Vocational.

When I left school I wanted to be A red Indian But I didn't know HOW I then trained To be a train driver But was dismissed For always going off the rails I then retrained To become an airline Pilot But my stomach Couldn't take it You see...too many ups and downs I then left to work In a funeral parlour Being told that The prospects where good Only it turned out to be A dead end job So I moved on Eventually becoming a spy Sworn never to tell anyone Which I've never done That secret is safe with me My lips are sealed.