| Now I don’t mind if fifty thousand yobos beat me up outside a football ground
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| on a Saturday afternoon
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| I’ll still come out fighting
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| D’ya' know why? |
| You’ve seen me on television
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| I’m the lowest common denominator
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| And this is all about yob culture
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| So welcome to jolly Old England
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| I’m the stand up comic
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| Jack the Lad has become Oscar Wilde
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| And the followers of style say it’s the latest thing
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| And William Shakespeare is the schmooze of the week
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| And anyone who says different is a fuckin' antique
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| And Noel Coward has become very hard
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| And the comic says «Bollocks» and everybody laughs
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| And that’s that
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| Style, I mean
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| Never was much, never has been
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| But the little bit that was was all that we had
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| And the clown does a belch and we all belch back
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| And that’s that
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| Jack the Lad has become Fancy Dan
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| And creating agro culture with a rub-on tan
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| And all the tearaways have got savoir faire
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| And the working class hero’s got a’tinted hair
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| And a well-spoken hero from a’yesteryear
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| Walks out onto a stage and they all shout «Queer!»
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| And that’s that
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| Manners, I mean
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| Never was much, never has been
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| But the little bit that was was all that we had
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| Now the clown does a fart and we all fart back
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| And that’s that
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| Stand up, stand up
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| Can you hear me at the back?
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| All you white boys standin' in a row
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| And the comic shouts
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| And we all shout back
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| And the mob says «Follow» so we go
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| Stand up, stand up
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| Can you hear me at the back?
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| All you white boys standing in a row
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| And the comic shouts
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| And we all shout back
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| And the mob says «Follow» so we go
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| And that’s that
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| What do you think of it so far?
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| I knew you’d say that
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| You’ve been watchin' too much television
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| Together now!
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| Jack the Lad has become Oscar Wilde
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| And the followers of style say it’s the latest thing
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| And William Shakespeare is the schmooze of the week
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| And anyone who says different is an antique
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| And Noel Coward has become very odd
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| And the comic says «Bollocks» and everyone laughs
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| And that’s that
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| Style, I mean
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| Never was much, never has been
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| But the little bit that was was all that we had
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| Now the clown does a belch and we all belch back
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| And that’s that
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| All together now!
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| Stand up, stand up
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| Can you hear me at the back?
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| All you wide white boys standing in a row
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| And the comic shouts
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| And we all shout back
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| And the mob says «Follow» so we go
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| Stand up, stand up
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| Can you hear me at the back?
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| All you white boys standing in a row
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| And the comic shouts
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| And we all shout back
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| And the mob says «Follow» so we go
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| And that’s that
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| Well, I’m goin' down the pub now
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| You’re welcome to join me if you like but I know you won’t You’ve all been
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| watching too much television
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| Well I’ll be in the public bar, minding my own business |