Now he wanted to fly
All those big aeroplanes
Trans-continental
And back home again
But his brain, it was grounded
His head could not cope
No qualifications
No reasons for hope
They told him the right way
To fasten his tie
Beat him for laughing
And never said why
They left him for dead
When the results came through
And still never asked
What he wanted to do
No qualifications
So late in the day
We've screwed you up, well
Now you make your own way
Now label your trousers
And label your shoes
If you don't wear nothing
Then label that too
No qualifications
You are the time born
If you wanna succeed
You better get some
Qualifications
So late in the day
We've screwed you up, well
Now you make your own way
No qualifications