Old School Ties
© Dave Claridge/Peter Rand
Author: Dave Claridge/Peter Rand
Let's hear it for the old school ties
Who taught you inside to despise
Who taught you to affect surprise
with feelings never compromised
 
Let's hear it for the dreaming spires
who trawl for souls in sleeping shires
give lonely children new desires
all wrapped up with razor wire
 
    And yet I'm told
    by those who should know better
    Those were the best days of my life
    And yet I was sold
    a six year old bed-wetter
    Those were the best days of my life
 
Let's hear it for the first fifteen
Lorded by the masters, the prefects and queens
play up play up and play the game
and screw all those who aren't the same


    And yet I'm told
    by those who should know better
    Those were the best days of my life
    And yet I was sold
    a six year old bed-wetter
    Those were the best days of my life
 
Let's hear it for the matron and nurse
with who you imagined, and who you rehearsed
offering extras if you carried a purse
freshers leaving with 'Matron's curse'


let's hear it for the coxless fours
who in 1914 went to different shores
forever inscribed on the headmasters door
they never quite knew, what they were fighting for
 
Let's hear it for the government
who tell it straight yet come out bent
from Eton Mess and force-fed lies
I gave my vote to old school ties