Pity the fates of young fellows too long in bed with no sleep
With their complex romantic attachments all look on their sorrows and weep
They don't get a moment's reflection there's always a crowd in their eye
Pity the plight of young fellows regard all their worries and cry
Their Christian mothers were lazy perhaps leaving it up to the school
Where the moral perspective is hazy perhaps and the climate oppressively cruel
Give me one acre of cellos pitched at some distant regret
Pity the fate of young fellows and their anxious attempts to forget
Pity the fates of young fellows too long in bed with no sleep
With their complex romantic attachments all look on their sorrows and weep
They don't get a moment's reflection there's always a crowd in their eye
Pity the plight of young fellows regard all their worries and cry