I smoked Consulate and Park Drive Drank Newcy Brown, learned how to skive Polo mints to hide my breath from my Mum Did a little weed 'cause it felt like fun Did a little speed if my friends had some Nicked Volkswagon badges, I'm a Beastie Boys son Me so horny, me so young, and I still get my washing done
Auntie Jo died of cancer, God didn't have an answer Rhythm was a dancer, any room for a chancer That's me in the corner, thanks Sir Wore a Troop track suit, British Knights shoes Kangol hat like L.L. Cools Before I was having it, having it large They nicked the B.M.X. from out my garage
And I knew it was Tire from off the estate 'Cause every time I saw him he smiled like we were mates From then on in, I'd have to walk to me Nan's and I'll dream my dreams for a sea of prams Like a hooligan on the football stands and I threw the V's to Leeds and West Ham And then I ran, I ran so far away Down Scotia Road to a taxi bay Then I ran again 'cause I couldn't pay Young Muslim didn't get his fare that day I apologise today
Things look better when they start That's how the 80's broke my heart
And who are you calling poof You like Wham, man I hate that stuff And then my Granddad died and left a hole in the family And lots of women there to nanny me
School was a laugh, they didn't have A.D.D Thick was the term they used for me Over and over, repeatedly, over and over Take my breathe away, pass the bidley bidley bidley bidley bong Pass it on the left hand side Right turn, Clyde
That girl in the fourth year got pregnant She was raised Catholic, brilliant I cried, she cried, we cried Her youth died
Drank cider in the cemetery The year above us had discovered 'E' And I said it weren't for me Twelve pounds fifty I could rob my mum's purse and buy one off Chalky
Met a girl on Monday, drank fizzy pop on Tuesday Fingered her on Wednesday, and on Thursday and Friday, and on Saturday Dumped by Sunday
Things look better when they start That's how the 80's broke my heart The wonder years I've played my part That's how the 80's broke my heart
I lost my virginity to a girl called Anne-Marie Well, she said she fancied me And then she said "Fuck me" and I thought fuck me And I'm all talk and it'll be over too quickly And it was but I couldn't care less I'd seen a girl's part, made a mess on her dress Oh yes, you're now rocking with the best Second person in my year that had seen a breast
I'm in my 30s now and I'm still impressed Why the Falklands Mum, and what have they done Where do girls come, where do girls come from, where do girls come from It's the 80's what you looking at, you mong So young, so long, so young, so long Too short, so long What you looking at, you mong Too short, so long, too short, so long So long
