1 2 3 4 5, 1 2 3 4 5, 1 2 3 4 5, 1 2 3 4 5 Her husband works in Jodrell Bank He's home late in the morning Had he been a lawyer He wouldn't work for pennies In the morning I go walking It helps the hurting soften I've seen a lot of places 'Cause I miss her very often But I could never work there What a shame that I'm not clever It's for men with horn rimmed glasses And four distinguished A level passes What chance so long ago I buried something I should know Verse and chapter they unfurl And sprinkle it upon the world, name it Technique Their eyes don't fill with wonder when you speak And I loathe the stilted way you make me speak Without recourse to lying distortion or cheating Technique Their eyes don't fill with wonder when you speak And I loathe the stilted way you make me speak