Not So Academic - Eugene McGuinness

I’m a rogue, saint and a scoundrel

I terminate at Bethnal Green

I’d shake hands with the devil

To get where I want to be

Because I feel my soul

Swell through my brain

And spit tears out my eyes

When I hit the refrain

And lately I just daydream

A social outcast in my tower

If only all men had the courage

They too could be cowards

They could feel their souls

Swell through their brains

And spit tears out their eyes

Again and again

When they hit the refrain

But mother I’m not so academic

I’m not so academic but I love

I’m a rogue, saint and a scoundrel

I spend my days on the echoing green

Come thunder frightening

Or dumb white lightning-flooded

Couldashouldawouldofbeens

Out of control

Out of sync

Everywhere but the bowl

Everywhere but the kitchen sink

Mother I’m not so academic

Mother I’m not so academic but I love