I feel for you, you little horror
Safe at your mother s breast
No lucky break for you around the corner
Cos your father is a bully
And he thinks that you re a pest
And your sister, she s no better than a whore

Life seems so rosy in the cradle
but I ll be a friend, I ll tell you what s in store
There s nothing at the end of the rainbow
There s nothing to grow up for anymore

Tycoons and barrow boys will rob you
And throw you on the side
And all because they love themselves sincerely
And the man holds a bread-knife
Up to your throat, is four feet wide
And he s anxious just to show you what it s for

Your mother works so hard to make you happy
But take a look outside the nursery door
There s nothing at the end of the rainbow
There s nothing to grow up for anymore

All the sad and empty faces
That pass you on the street
All running in their sleep, all in a dream
Every loving handshake
Is just another man to beat
How your heart aches just to cut him to the core

Life seems so rosy in the cradle
but I ll be a friend, I ll tell you what s in store
There s nothing at the end of the rainbow
There s nothing to grow up for anymore