Silver Treetop School for Boys — текст песни (David Bowie)

Heres the town in which I live petunia green

Heres the shop and heres the man who sold me laces for my shoes

There is mr.marcus. boys they say hes mad

heres the battle that they won silver treetop school for boys



Early days were good as gold

An apple here an apple there

And everywhere a yes sir, no sir

They made me roll the cricket pitch once a day

Ive never been so happy than at silver treetop school for boys



The mowing machine was leaving small piles of grass

That when the ? ? ? had risen to the pipe of mr.marcus

The smell of teaching fell upon the cricket field

Smiling, laughing, rolling about at silver treetop school for boys.



Hey there

They call in the staff room

They call in the canteen

"hey come and look at what I found"

"i found some boys and masters sitting

On the cricket ground at silver treetop school for boys"



The english master, sir, he wores a purple mask

And the head, was usually sad, was swinging from a tree

Mr.brown the physics man is off his head

And everyone just loves the grass at silver treetop school for boys

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