And as I walked round those tidy streets I thought to
myself
"How can anybody be at all unhappy in such a perfect
world?"
How wrong I was!
There's a little hunchback man, he used to walk round
the streets
Of North London. His head was bowed, forced to look at
the ground by
This cruel, debilitating hump on his back. And all of
my school friends
Had a name for this hunchback. They called him the
freak.
And every time the freak walked down the street my
friends would laugh
And I laughed with them.
Now my dad was a sports fan. But in order to achieve
all the ambitions
My father had for me, I trained really hard and
eventually I became the
Captain of the school team, until one cold winters
afternoon I sustained
An injury. Actually it was kick up the arse, but ...
hey.
I was sent to a specialist and he took x-rays of my
back, examened me
And he said "Well you're gonna have to give up all
sport for all time,
Otherwise you're going to end up a hunchback like that
man I see you
Laughing at".
Maybe that was meant to scare me, I don't know, but all
of a sudden I
Started to look at that freak in a new light, because
in him I saw my future.
I would become a freak.
But we all know that ugliness, like beauty, is only
skin deep.
