Let me tell you about a place I knew, Where the fields were green and the skies were blue, In middle cla** suburbia with a swimming pool, And all the other trappings of a public school. I'd get a size-6-rugby in my face, For not liking games that much and "being out of place" Or get my head kicked in for liking Yes, Instead of Suzi Quattro, or The Rubettes But they didn't realise that the Sun Was In My Eyes No, they didn't realise that the Sun Was In My Eyes And all the instruments were out of tune, Except a grand piano in a forbidden room, Which is of course where I spent all my days, Except when writing lines because I'd disobeyed But they didn't realise that the Sun Was In My Eyes They didn't realise that the Sun Was In My Eyes And the media kick our faces again, Bill Bailey takes the piss from us on "Prog Top Ten" Cla** discrimination's gone, little by little Unless you happen to be the man in the middle! But they didn't realise that the Sun's Still In Our Eyes Never realise that the Sun's Still In Our Eyes They didn't realise that the Sun's Was In Our Eyes Never realise that the Sun's Was In Our Eyes