| Single file in the girls corridor
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| Come along, Stewart laddie!
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| Stewart boy, you’ll never be much,
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| 'cause you’re too busy acting the fool.
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| Thank you Sir for them few kind words,
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| on my last day of school.
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| Oh, but my mama said, I could be a success,
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| if I’d only get myself out of bed.
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| Words of wisdom, but I wasn’t list’ning,
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| I had plans in my head.
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| Only a boy,
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| trying it on,
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| coming on strong,
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| restless to roam,
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| only a boy,
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| silly and proud,
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| reckless and loud,
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| impressing the crowd,
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| only a boy.
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| Rock’n’Roll was in my brain,
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| Eddie Cochrane running through my brain.
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| Skin tight trousers in council houses,
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| the unemployment exchange.
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| The blues I played were Mississippi made
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| and ev’ry Friday night I’d fall in love.
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| Football fields and teenage pills
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| nothing’s enough.
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| Only a boy,
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| dressing to kill,
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| passion to spill,
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| hand in the till.
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| Only a boy,
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| slipping it in,
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| thin as a pin,
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| chasing a dream,
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| only a boy.
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| climb down off the school roof laddie
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| Oh and them dukes of freedom, I used to believe them,
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| and all their rebelious vows.
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| The critics, the cynics, who never understood it,
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| where are they now?
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| And all the wondering and the stumbling
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| that goes hand in hand with change.
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| The yearning, the earning was it all part of learning,
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| or am I still the same?
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| Only a boy
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| laughing aloud,
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| quick as a shot,
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| nobody can stop.
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| Only a boy,
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| plans of his own,
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| leaving his home,
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| knows where he’s going,
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| only a boy.
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| only a boy,
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| only a boy,
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| only a boy, ha ha, oh |