Yesterday, when I was at school
I quickly learned the golden rule
Don’t show your cards, don’t be a fool
Just be cool, be cool, be cool.
It worked OK with friends I’d make
The pretty girls to bed I’d take
But lying there my heart would ache
It was not cool to be a fake.
So now that I am old and grey
They care not what I have to say
I’ve had my turn, I’ve done my day
The cool ones wish I’d go away.