It's just another Monday afternoon,

And all my chores are done,

So now I can have beans on toast,

And after that,

Go to the park,

And have some football fun,

For I love the summertime,

Where the weather is so fine,

And I get to be the teenager that I am,

Where I'm not meant to give a damn,

But I do,

Because everything I do,

Has an eefect on those around me,

Where I listen to the sound of the summer,

And leave autumn where it belongs:

In the future,

Where I haven't yet reached,

For I like to be taught:

To learn about the world,

And how to be the teenage boy that I am,

For I am sixteen years old,

And I want to grow old,

But slowly,

So I can enjoy my youth,

Where I am blind to the truth,

Of some ways of the world,

But today I'll have beans on toast,

And on Sunday,

I think I'll enjoy a Sunday roast.