Runaway Lyrics
| Song | Runaway |
| Artist | Spirogyra |
| Album | Old Boot Wine |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Run, run, run, runaway | |
| Today's a holiday | |
| Today we needn't worry | |
| About the clothes we wear | |
| No more ‘geog' on the old school bog | |
| no cracks about our hair | |
| Janitor Giles, you cannot see me | |
| Janitor Giles, it's great to be free | |
| Hide, hide, hide, hide away | |
| Today it's truant we play | |
| Dodgy school inspectors | |
| Will not suspect we're here | |
| No more French on the old school bench | |
| No clouts behind our ears | |
| Janitor Giles, you cannot see me | |
| Janitor Giles, it's great to be free | |
| But life is what you make it | |
| And you missed school today | |
| Good old Smithy and his pals | |
| What keeps them away | |
| We're going round | |
| We dare not make a sound | |
| To the house of my best friend | |
| To a shed that he has found | |
| And oh you'll have to gasp | |
| As he takes out and shows to you the photograph | |
| Takes out and shows to you the photograph | |
| What the picture shows | |
| Is awfully clear to me | |
| My friends older than I | |
| Fest their eyes so greedily | |
| But I shall run away and go upstairs and play with my model railway | |
| What goes on at night | |
| When there is no-one else around | |
| Is the strangest part of growing up that I've yet found | |
| Though what the doe and rabbit did today at school was real | |
| It failed to answer questions about the way I feel | |
| Maybe I'm a queer? | |
| It could be by tomorrow | |
| The answers will be found | |
| In these pages of a magazine | |
| The Vicars left around | |
| And late into the night | |
| We will wonder if the dialog was right | |
| We will wonder if the dialog was right | |
| Wonder if my parents worry about this kind of thing | |
| Or am I artificial, has my dad lost his sting? | |
| A lovely girl lives up the road | |
| She's much older than I | |
| I'd really like to know her | |
| Give the whole theory a try | |
| To see if it is real | |
| To see just how it feels | |
| Hush now the boy is sleeping | |
| And we don't want him to wake him until the morning | |
| He's got a hard day to take | |
| At the school that he hates | |
| And so let's leave him dreaming | |
| Until the morning sun shines through his window | |
| Let's leave him dreaming | |
| Until the morning | |
| Let's leave him dreaming |
| Run, run, run, runaway | |
| Today' s a holiday | |
| Today we needn' t worry | |
| About the clothes we wear | |
| No more ' geog' on the old school bog | |
| no cracks about our hair | |
| Janitor Giles, you cannot see me | |
| Janitor Giles, it' s great to be free | |
| Hide, hide, hide, hide away | |
| Today it' s truant we play | |
| Dodgy school inspectors | |
| Will not suspect we' re here | |
| No more French on the old school bench | |
| No clouts behind our ears | |
| Janitor Giles, you cannot see me | |
| Janitor Giles, it' s great to be free | |
| But life is what you make it | |
| And you missed school today | |
| Good old Smithy and his pals | |
| What keeps them away | |
| We' re going round | |
| We dare not make a sound | |
| To the house of my best friend | |
| To a shed that he has found | |
| And oh you' ll have to gasp | |
| As he takes out and shows to you the photograph | |
| Takes out and shows to you the photograph | |
| What the picture shows | |
| Is awfully clear to me | |
| My friends older than I | |
| Fest their eyes so greedily | |
| But I shall run away and go upstairs and play with my model railway | |
| What goes on at night | |
| When there is noone else around | |
| Is the strangest part of growing up that I' ve yet found | |
| Though what the doe and rabbit did today at school was real | |
| It failed to answer questions about the way I feel | |
| Maybe I' m a queer? | |
| It could be by tomorrow | |
| The answers will be found | |
| In these pages of a magazine | |
| The Vicars left around | |
| And late into the night | |
| We will wonder if the dialog was right | |
| We will wonder if the dialog was right | |
| Wonder if my parents worry about this kind of thing | |
| Or am I artificial, has my dad lost his sting? | |
| A lovely girl lives up the road | |
| She' s much older than I | |
| I' d really like to know her | |
| Give the whole theory a try | |
| To see if it is real | |
| To see just how it feels | |
| Hush now the boy is sleeping | |
| And we don' t want him to wake him until the morning | |
| He' s got a hard day to take | |
| At the school that he hates | |
| And so let' s leave him dreaming | |
| Until the morning sun shines through his window | |
| Let' s leave him dreaming | |
| Until the morning | |
| Let' s leave him dreaming |
| Run, run, run, runaway | |
| Today' s a holiday | |
| Today we needn' t worry | |
| About the clothes we wear | |
| No more ' geog' on the old school bog | |
| no cracks about our hair | |
| Janitor Giles, you cannot see me | |
| Janitor Giles, it' s great to be free | |
| Hide, hide, hide, hide away | |
| Today it' s truant we play | |
| Dodgy school inspectors | |
| Will not suspect we' re here | |
| No more French on the old school bench | |
| No clouts behind our ears | |
| Janitor Giles, you cannot see me | |
| Janitor Giles, it' s great to be free | |
| But life is what you make it | |
| And you missed school today | |
| Good old Smithy and his pals | |
| What keeps them away | |
| We' re going round | |
| We dare not make a sound | |
| To the house of my best friend | |
| To a shed that he has found | |
| And oh you' ll have to gasp | |
| As he takes out and shows to you the photograph | |
| Takes out and shows to you the photograph | |
| What the picture shows | |
| Is awfully clear to me | |
| My friends older than I | |
| Fest their eyes so greedily | |
| But I shall run away and go upstairs and play with my model railway | |
| What goes on at night | |
| When there is noone else around | |
| Is the strangest part of growing up that I' ve yet found | |
| Though what the doe and rabbit did today at school was real | |
| It failed to answer questions about the way I feel | |
| Maybe I' m a queer? | |
| It could be by tomorrow | |
| The answers will be found | |
| In these pages of a magazine | |
| The Vicars left around | |
| And late into the night | |
| We will wonder if the dialog was right | |
| We will wonder if the dialog was right | |
| Wonder if my parents worry about this kind of thing | |
| Or am I artificial, has my dad lost his sting? | |
| A lovely girl lives up the road | |
| She' s much older than I | |
| I' d really like to know her | |
| Give the whole theory a try | |
| To see if it is real | |
| To see just how it feels | |
| Hush now the boy is sleeping | |
| And we don' t want him to wake him until the morning | |
| He' s got a hard day to take | |
| At the school that he hates | |
| And so let' s leave him dreaming | |
| Until the morning sun shines through his window | |
| Let' s leave him dreaming | |
| Until the morning | |
| Let' s leave him dreaming |
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