Let me tell you about a place I knew,
Where the fields were green and the skies were blue,
In middle class suburbia with a swimming pool,
And all the other trappings of a public school.
I'd get a size-6-rugby in my face,
For not liking games that much and "being out of place"
Or get my head kicked in for liking Yes,
Instead of Suzi Quattro, or The Rubettes
But they didn't realise that the Sun Was In My Eyes
No, they didn't realise that the Sun Was In My Eyes
And all the instruments were out of tune,
Except a grand piano in a forbidden room,
Which is of course where I spent all my days,
Except when writing lines because I'd disobeyed
But they didn't realise that the Sun Was In My Eyes
They didn't realise that the Sun Was In My Eyes
And the media kick our faces again,
Bill Bailey takes the piss from us on "Prog Top Ten"
Class discrimination's gone, little by little
Unless you happen to be the man in the middle!
But they didn't realise that the Sun's Still In Our Eyes
Never realise that the Sun's Still In Our Eyes
They didn't realise that the Sun's Was In Our Eyes
Never realise that the Sun's Was In Our Eyes
