I remember being told
I was on a wayward track
I asked that teacher
if there was anything wrong with that
Never paid attention in lessons
couldn't hear answers
had too too many questions
schooled after class
couldn't sleep at night
my mind was too fast
teachers never got me right
taught in remedial
it's shocking what a label can do
Now I live with a point to prove
past the point where I don't
feel like I'm still in school
Not a day when
my eye's not on the ball
And every day I ball harder
I'm counted out
like it's the two thousand and two
F.A. Cup semi final
and my name is ray Parlour.
Next thing you know
it's the two thousand and two
F.A. Cup semi final
and "it's only Ray Parlour"
