Gather around and I'll sing you a song
Find yourselves three chairs to sit down upon
A song of the country where I used to be
When you're all sitting comfortably

You should have seen me when I was a lad
I was a boy before I was your dad
I used to think I was happy and free
I wonder what happened to me?

Toys in those days were much different to yours
I never knew what a battery was for
Not trying to say they were difficult days
It's just that I want you to stay

Glued to your chairs...
Listen...

I was a child when the motorways came
Brushing aside town and village the same
So we could travel from A through to B
Up to the city, down to the sea

Walked through the country my parents and I
Sheep in the meadow and birds in the sky
Fish in the sea, or so Dad said there were
Was there a shark? He wasn't sure

Vaguely remember a war overseas
Splashed it in colour on our new T.V.
Battles before then were all black and white
And this time it didn't seem right

Out of the pages of History flow
Things I remember and want you to know
Not trying to say they were difficult days
It's just that I want you to stay

Glued to your chairs
Listen, listen

Somewhere your mother is weeping downstairs
That's why I want you to stay glued to your chairs
Daddy's decided he has to be free
Off to the city, down to the sea

You should have seen me when I was a lad
I was a boy befdore I was your Dad
Someday these words you'll remember, I pray
'til then I want you to stay

Glued to your chairs
Glued to your chairs

Glued to your chairs