| Look at the kid from school
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| He’s teaching mamas and papas how to be a little cool
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| He’s changing fashion, the way he dress
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| The tracksuits are old, and the hoody’s way too moody
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| For a kid with the will to funk
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| He dances in secret; |
| he’s a part-time punk
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| She’s getting off the plane
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| She wants to write a thesis on the population underprivileged
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| The kids fighting up the lane
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| Shop lifting, just drifting
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| Like The Switchblade And The Cross
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| But if there’s trouble she’s got the moves
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| She’s taking an elementary class in Kung fu
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| I left my washing in the launderette
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| You can put some money on it, you can place a little bet
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| That when I see my washing
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| The black will be grey and the white will be grey
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| But the blues are still blue
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| I’m crying out for my mum
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| If the malady don’t go away we’re in a little trouble
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| With the boss of the company
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| I’m a singer, a swinger I’m a layabout but laying on
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| The dock in the lazy sun
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| Will never quite relegate me to a bum
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| I left my lady in the launderette
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| You can put some money on it, you can place a little bet
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| That when I see my lady
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| The black will be white and the white will be black
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| But The Blues Are Still Blue
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| Baby, I love your face
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| I’ve been creeping round this town because,
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| Well, creeping’s just my way
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| But with a little wink I’ll be there
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| I’ll be excited for a week, but then excitement starts to fade
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| I know your young, but you’re out of touch
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| You’re French, your vocabulary’s not quite formed
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| I left my homework in the launderette
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| I got a letter from my mamma which my stoopid dog has ate
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| I hid behind the fence
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| Here comes the deputy head with the bark of a bulldog
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| He’s not making much sense
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| I left my lady in the launderette
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| You can put some money on it, you can place a little bet
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| That when I see my lady
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| The black will be white and the white will be black
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| But the blues are still blue, |