| Song | Not So Academic |
| Artist | Eugene McGuinness |
| Album | Eugene McGuinness |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : McGuinness | |
| I'm a rogue, saint and a scoundrel | |
| I terminate at Bethnal Green | |
| I'd shake hands with the devil | |
| To get where I want to be | |
| Because I feel my soul | |
| Swell through my brain | |
| And spit tears out my eyes | |
| When I hit the refrain | |
| And lately I just daydream | |
| A social outcast in my tower | |
| If only all men had the courage | |
| They too could be cowards | |
| They could feel their souls | |
| Swell through their brains | |
| And spit tears out their eyes | |
| Again and again | |
| When they hit the refrain | |
| But mother I'm not so academic | |
| I'm not so academic but I love | |
| I'm a rogue, saint and a scoundrel | |
| I spend my days on the echoing green | |
| Come thunder frightening | |
| Or dumb white lightning-flooded | |
| Couldashouldawouldofbeens | |
| Out of control | |
| Out of sync | |
| Everywhere but the bowl | |
| Everywhere but the kitchen sink | |
| Mother I'm not so academic | |
| Mother I'm not so academic but I love |
| zuo qu : McGuinness | |
| I' m a rogue, saint and a scoundrel | |
| I terminate at Bethnal Green | |
| I' d shake hands with the devil | |
| To get where I want to be | |
| Because I feel my soul | |
| Swell through my brain | |
| And spit tears out my eyes | |
| When I hit the refrain | |
| And lately I just daydream | |
| A social outcast in my tower | |
| If only all men had the courage | |
| They too could be cowards | |
| They could feel their souls | |
| Swell through their brains | |
| And spit tears out their eyes | |
| Again and again | |
| When they hit the refrain | |
| But mother I' m not so academic | |
| I' m not so academic but I love | |
| I' m a rogue, saint and a scoundrel | |
| I spend my days on the echoing green | |
| Come thunder frightening | |
| Or dumb white lightningflooded | |
| Couldashouldawouldofbeens | |
| Out of control | |
| Out of sync | |
| Everywhere but the bowl | |
| Everywhere but the kitchen sink | |
| Mother I' m not so academic | |
| Mother I' m not so academic but I love |
| zuò qǔ : McGuinness | |
| I' m a rogue, saint and a scoundrel | |
| I terminate at Bethnal Green | |
| I' d shake hands with the devil | |
| To get where I want to be | |
| Because I feel my soul | |
| Swell through my brain | |
| And spit tears out my eyes | |
| When I hit the refrain | |
| And lately I just daydream | |
| A social outcast in my tower | |
| If only all men had the courage | |
| They too could be cowards | |
| They could feel their souls | |
| Swell through their brains | |
| And spit tears out their eyes | |
| Again and again | |
| When they hit the refrain | |
| But mother I' m not so academic | |
| I' m not so academic but I love | |
| I' m a rogue, saint and a scoundrel | |
| I spend my days on the echoing green | |
| Come thunder frightening | |
| Or dumb white lightningflooded | |
| Couldashouldawouldofbeens | |
| Out of control | |
| Out of sync | |
| Everywhere but the bowl | |
| Everywhere but the kitchen sink | |
| Mother I' m not so academic | |
| Mother I' m not so academic but I love |