Текст песни Cooling Out - David Harley

I stay away from dear old dad
He's out of a job and gets to feeling bad
And it don't take much for him to lose his rag
He hits the beer from time to time
And mum takes it out on me and Brian
But when we're not at home we don't much mind
It's their way of cooling out

Of course I haven't worked since I left school
No jobs around, and I'm no fool
I can get more money on the street as a rule
It would really get right up my snout
Stacking crates and washing bottles out
Anyway I like to get out and about
Got me ways of cooling out

Dad thinks mum's got the dropsy bad
There's this smell of glue all round the flat
But I'm away down the road with me blowsing bag
If he asks I'll say Bri's into Airfix kits
And off I'll go with me Evostik
Down the park with me packet of crisps
Got me ways of cooling out

Mum thinks I'm always down with a cold
She says I'm off me nut but then I'm never home
When I'm reeling round on a toluene high
But you've got to do something when it all goes grey
So I'm back down the road with Mick and Dave
The caretaker chases us off the estate
But we're only cooling out

Dad'd go spare if he knew, I bet
But he's too busy drinking himself to death
And mum only sees what she wants to see
That's her way of cooling out