What I didn't like about himnWas the way he smellednOr the clothes his mother made him wearnOr his stupid curly hairnnOr that mistake that he made on his first school daynFrom that day onnHis unpopularity was unremittingly relentlessnFor him school became the armpit of the universennWe were never friendsnSo when he invited me to his birthdaynI thought his parents were probably behind this invitationnForcing him to invite the whole classroomnWe played hide and seek!nnAnd even though this was his own partynWe declared that the rules clearly statednThat he was ineligible for the gamenHe carried on without listening to a wordnnSo there was some justice when he fell down the holenInto which he had been lurednHe banged his headnHe also twisted his ankle which must've really hurtnMy mum and dad had a few harsh words to say about that!nnI suppose you could say it was some kind of man-trapnThe hole, covered by fernsnAnd a friendly slap on the...nBACK!nnWhen I think about it nownI realise I was just lost in a gamenI could see that I was lost in a gamenWe played hide and seeknAnd one could see that I was lost in a gamenI was lost in a game