Don't tell your mother aboutnWhere you go when the lights are downnAnd don't tell your mother hownYou're up to no good, nowhere to be foundnnWell, it's time to learn not to work so hardnOr not at allnnHow will we know when the end is nighnOn a day much as any other?nRun and play, while away the hoursnAnd you know I would go if I could gonBut I can't so, thank you all the samenn[Incomprehensible] to say I've turned away from it allnAnd don't think I'll be home for a whilen'Cause who needs a mother to shoutnWhen I'm doing very well by myselfnnHow will we know when the end is nighnOn a day much as any other?nGet out this house and while away the hoursn[Incomprehensible] began well before the summernAnd you know I would go if I could gonBut I can't go nownnWould go if I could gonBut I don't know hownYou're exactly like the othersnOh, no