| What the young people want
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| They want to wear flared jeans
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| I wanna be like the Mods
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| A london hip-shaking teen
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| But were’s your belief, boy?
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| Have you got what it takes
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| We got the real Mccoys
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| And the we’ve got the fake
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| And now the Big-Wigs giving you head
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| Buy our music, buy your mind dead
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| I’ve had enough, I call your bluff
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| My angry heart beats your flush
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| So back off big-wig scum, 'cause you ain’t right
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| And we won’t go down without a fight
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| What the young people want
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| And what the young people need
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| It ain’t the same ball-game
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| A one-way street
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| I’ve had enough, I call your bluff
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| My angry heart have had enough
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| So back off big-wig scum, 'cause you ain’t right
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| And we won’t go Without a fight
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| What the young people want |