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