Now I'm seventeen My school is in the country Students wear trainers Read the same magazines Now I'm seventeen My school is gettinng tiresome Teachers-they're so young Singling me out Only like philosophy & after school the time That's what I call my own time Nice girls meet nice boys end of school day While other girls go strait home Talking 'bout soaps'n' that I go home alone Like it watching the nameless people Surfing subwaystravelling somewhere “…nowhere…" Now i'm seventeen i do not have a title Depend on no one else Busy being king (to myself) Only like philosophy & after school the time That's what I call my own time Nice girls meet nice boys end of school day While other girls go strait home Talking 'bout soaps'n' that I go hime alone and have dinner In my sweet home praying again Again & again (“…peace…") I see the same faces in school & they say that i am different i think it's an honour I say it's an honour to B different I can't go their way Surfing subwaystravelling somewhere “…nowhere…" I go hime alone and have dinner In my sweet home praying again Again & again (“…peace…") Now i'm seventeen Now i'm “…seventeen…"