LYRIC FOR SALE

By Bernard Morris

(verse 1)
I cannot read, I cannot spell
For me my schooldays they were hell
My teachers said that I was thick
I got a cross but not a tick
It must be said that I am bright
And just because I cannot write
It doesn’t mean that I am dumb
For those who mock, I think you’re scum

(chorus)
I am the boy with an-L D
I am the boy who cannot read
To look at me you cannot tell
I am the boy who cannot spell

(verse 2)
Ok I’m sorry, that was strong
I’ll hold my hands up, that was wrong
Scum you’re not, just ill informed
The reason why I can’t perform
Is ‘cause my brain is not like yours
And for my brain there are no cures
I cannot write, I cannot read
For those who mock, I beg, I plead

(chorus)
I am the boy with an-L D
I am the boy who cannot read
To look at me you cannot tell
I am the boy who cannot spell

(verse 3)
Do not tease or ridicule
I didn’t go to Grammar School
They put me in a lower year
But I don’t care ‘cause now I’m here
On stage in front of all of you
And you don’t know what I’ve been through
But I can see that you are kind
And friendly with a caring mind
And all of you, you understand
And now I hope that you will stand
Encourage me with your cheers
For I do not want no more tears
I’m proud of my dyslexia
My unique differentia

(chorus)
I am the boy with an-L D
I am the boy who cannot read
To look at me you cannot tell
I am the boy who cannot spell

(outro)
To all of you who have teased me
F-U-K
E-W-E