How to Pack Your Bags and Leave

I came downstairs one new years day
As scatty as a westcoast mainline train
And you said something that I can still remember

Your specs come off and the lights dim down
The floral wallpaper turns a vomit brown
And you look at me with distain beyond my comprehension
You said you were ashamed

Its not paranoia when they're after you
Its a ball and chain that should not be attached to me
Why do we fight like kids in a school lunch queue
When you're my Dad and i am 23. I am 23

This is how to pack your bags and leave

Sticks and stones wreck, but its the names that keep on breaking me

I can't believe my luck
There's an 8.15 to Euston, i hope the london fog swallows me up
You could be right and it could be me to blame
But how come you sat me down, dressed me like a clown
You said you were ashamed

This is how to pack your bags and leave

Sticks and stones wreck, but its the names that keep on breaking me

So if this will make Mum and Dad proud
Then I'm quite happy to take plan B