I went and did it and I knew it, had to grow up
just a wee bit
but then I grew a little more,
didn't want to but I did it.
I got rid of childish things, like
snotty noses, rubber rings and
learnt to swim among the big fish,
wish I didn't grow at all.

Nothing here that keeps me young
no marbles, plasticine or
bubble gum, no kiss, chase, tell,
no teacher with the old school bell,
no larking, laughing like a clown
no fish and mushy peas no more,
the chip shops all closed down
some time ago.

We all go through it, grow and do it
and I never knew a one that grew and knew it
for the best,
but I'm stuck on page fifty-two in the book of
my life and I can't for the life of me
turn to page fifty-three
I don't want a new page
I want a new age,
about ten will do,
ten before I grew and knew
who I was.