Six

When you're six years old you can tell

How bad the girl behind you smells.

Chocolates for dinner and tea

And the gravel rash on my knee.

Never beats me people for too tall

And your mum and dad are screaming at walls.

There's just so much you can do

When you get up for them until they shoo.

If it's Tuesday then I'm a train.

No two days are ever the same.

Raggety ends of a tree.

Is that my grand mother following me?

When you're six years old you can tell

Which parents are all going to hell.

Custard apples and cream

And the tree house made for three.

Never beats me people for too tall

And your house guests are screaming at walls.

There's just so much you can do

When you get up for them until they shoo.

Take a look what I found

It's a bus ticket left on the ground.

The thrill to sign up to a team

And my brother never knows where I've been.

Quit bothering me.

There's so much you don't know

Just going on and dig your knee.

When you're six years old you can tell

How bad the girl behind you smells.

Chocolates for dinner and tea

And the gravel rash on my knee.