| Anthony, bullied at school
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| Get your own back, now you are cool
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| Or are you scared?
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| Bunking off though you’re a toff
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| It’s all gone wrong again, you’ve got double maths
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| And the teacher’s got no control
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| The boys will run riot, you will stay quiet
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| Or you will die
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| Tony at the back of the gym
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| Smoke another one, your chances are slim
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| 'Cos here they come again
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| And they got you on the ground
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| Tasting blood again, at least it’s your own
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| When will you realise it doesn’t pay
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| To be smarter than teachers
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| Smarter than most boys?
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| Shut your mouth, start kicking the football
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| Bang on the teeth, you’re off for a week boy
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| You may as well take it in the guts — it can’t get worse
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| Take it in the guts — it can’t get worse that this
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| Cause you’ll soon be old enough to leave them
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| Without a notion of a care
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| You’ll lift two fingers in the air to linger there
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| Tony, you’re a bit of a mess
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| Melted Toblerone under your dress
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| If the boys could see you they would pass you right by
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| Blue mascara running over your eye
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| When will you realize it doesn’t pay
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| To be smarter than teachers
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| Smarter than most boys?
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| Shut your mouth, start kicking the football
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| Bang on the teeth, you’re off for a week boy
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| (Anthony it could be worse, Anthony it could be worse)
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| They call you Lord Anthony
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| But hey, it could be worse than (Anthony it could be worse)
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| Lord Anthony
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| But hey, it could be worse (Anthony it could be worse)
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| Lord Anthony
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| But hey, it kind of suits you anyway (Anthony it kind of suits you)
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| You’ll soon be old enough to leave them
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| Without a notion of a care
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| You’ll lift two fingers in the air to linger there |