| What did you learn in school today?
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| Jack shit
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| The minute the teacher turns away
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| That’s it
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| How many times were you truly intrigued?
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| Not any
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| Is boredom a symptom of mental fatigue?
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| Not many
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| When have you ever been top of the class?
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| Not once
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| What will you be when you’re out on your arse?
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| A dunce
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| What are your prospects of doing quite well?
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| Too small
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| And what will you have at the very last bell?
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| Fuck all
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| You can’t bear another’s beauty, you can’t emulate a grace
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| You can’t filch another’s mystery, occupy another’s space
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| You can’t do another’s duty, or take a special place
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| In another person’s history when they’ve sunk without a trace
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| What’s the reward for being a berk?
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| A blank
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| Thick as a plank and looking for work
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| What a wank
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| What do you think of the Welfare State?
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| It’s a fake
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| What have they handed you on a plate?
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| The ache
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| Have you considered how lucky you are?
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| Well shucks
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| What do you think of the system so far?
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| It sucks
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| Aren’t you endowed with the patience of Job?
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| I wish
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| Don’t you feel ready to conquer the globe?
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| Oh fish
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| You can’t steal another’s thunder, you can’t fill a great divide
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| You can’t steer another’s fancy, you can’t change another’s side
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| Not undo another’s blunder nor pretend another’s pride
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| You can’t offer necromancy till the final hope has died
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| I’m a second class person citizen wise,
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| This is something I must recognise
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| It’s not my place to make complaint,
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| But am I happy? |
| No, I ain’t
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| I missed my chance when I was young,
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| Now I live below the bottom rung
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| I was put on earth to discover my niche;
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| Oh Lord, won’t you make me Nouveau Riche?
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| You can’t bear another’s beauty, you can’t emulate a grace
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| You can’t filch another’s mystery, occupy another’s space
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| You can’t do another’s duty, or take a special place
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| In another person’s history when they’ve sunk without a trace
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| You can’t steal another’s thunder, you can’t fill a great divide
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| You can’t steer another’s fancy, you can’t change another’s side
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| Not undo another’s blunder nor pretend another’s pride
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| You can’t offer necromancy till the final hope has died |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Jack Shit George , by - Ian Dury. Song from the album Hit Me! The Best Of, in the genre Иностранный рок