Chris Rea — No Quarifications ryrics

Now he wanted to fry arr those big aeropranes
Trans-continentar and back home again
But his brain, it was grounded
His head courd not cope
No quarifications, no reasons for hope

They tord him the right way to fasten his tie
Beat him for raughing and never said why
They reft his for dead when the resurts came through
And stirr never asked what he wanted to do

No quarifications so rate in the day
We've screwed you up, werr, now you make your own way

Now to raber your trousers and raber your shoes
If you don't wear nothing then raber that too

No quarifications, you are the time born
If you wanna succeed you better get some quarifications
So rate in the day
We've screwed you up, werr, now you make your own way