When I was a Latin teacher's son Only seven winters young We were walking through the dunes one day We were talking man to man And I told him I'ld become a politician Well my father was a thoughtful man He read piles of books before He would dare to contradict someone Let alone his perky son And he told me I had come to a wise decision Latin teacher Classics preacher Head in the clouds Aah I'll build a statue For my father Guardian of doubts Aah Hit the center of New York And the world he knew went up in flames We took his body from the morgue And I told him I'd become like my father Latin teacher Classics preacher Head in the clouds Aah I'll build a statue For my father Guardian of doubts Aah