Your mother she protected you
  And softened every blow
  And brought you up to fear the worst
  To be careful as you go
    And the learned educators
  With drip-feed (thrifty?) facts to fill
  You up to here with reason
  Well-meaning overkill
    If you find yourself a-growing
  to be old before your time
  Get off the endless corridor
  Set your soul out on the line
    Drive on the young side of life
    When the pressure pains are building
  And you're forced to join the crush
  In the race to mediocrity
  So respectable and plush
    And while the child within is raging
  And threatens to break out
  Get off the endless corridor
  Make a timely turnabout
    Drive on the young side of life.