Chris Rea – No qualifications

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 his 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 to 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