Songtexte The 80's - Robbie Williams
I
smoked
Consulates
and
Park
Drive,
Drank
Nookie
Brown,
learned
how
to
skive
Polo
mints
to
hide
my
breath
from
my
Mum.
Did
a
little
weed
'cause
it
felt
like
fun,
Did
a
little
speed
if
my
friend
had
some.
Nicked
Volkswagon
badges,
I'm
a
Beastie
Boys
son,
Me
so
horny,
me
so
young,
and
I
still
get
my
washing
done.
Auntie
Jo
died
of
cancer,
God
didn't
have
an
answer,
Rhythm
was
a
dancer,
any
room
for
a
chancer,
That's
me
in
the
corner,
thanks
Sir.
Wore
a
Troop
track
suit,
British
Knights
shoes,
Kangol
hat
like
L.L.
Cools,
Before
I
was
having
it,
having
it
large,
They
nicked
the
B.M.X.
from
out
my
garage.
And
I
knew
it
was
Tier
from
off
the
estate,
'Cause
every
time
he
see
me
he
smiled
like
we
were
mates,
Then
on
in,
I'd
have
to
walk
to
me
Nan's
and
I'll
dream
my
dreams
for
a
sea
of
prams.
Like
a
hooligan
on
the
football
stands
and
I
throw
the
V's
to
Leeds
and
Westham,
And
then
I
ran,
I
ran
so
far
away,
Down
Scotia
Road
to
a
taxi
bay.
Then
I
ran
again
'cause
I
couldn't
pay,
Young
Muslim
didn't
get
his
fare
that
day,
I
apologise
today...
Things
look
better
when
they
start,
That's
how
the
80's
broke
my
heart.
And
who
are
you
calling
puff,
You
like
Wham,
man,
I
hate
that
stuff!
And
then
my
Granddad
died
and
left
a
hole
in
the
family,
With
lots
of
women
there
to
nanny
me.
School
was
a
laugh,
they
didn't
have
A.D.D,
Thick
was
the
term
they
used
for
me.
Over
and
over,
repeatedly,
over
and
over...
Take
my
breathe
away,
pass
the
bidley
bidley
bidley
bidley
bong,
Pass
it
on
the
left
hand
side,
Right
turn,
Clyde.
That
girl
in
the
fourth
year
got
pregnant,
She
was
raised
Catholic,
brilliant...
I
cried,
she
cried,
we
cried,
Her
youth
died.
Drank
cider
in
the
cemetery,
The
year
above
us
had
discovered
'E'.
And
I
said
it
weren't
for
me,
Twelve
pounds
fifty,
I
could
rob
my
mum's
purse
and
buy
one
off
Chalky.
Met
a
girl
on
Monday,
drank
fizzy
pop
on
Tuesday,
Fingered
her
on
Wednesday,
and
on
Thursday
and
Friday,
and
on
Saturday.
Dumped
by
Sunday.
Things
look
better
when
they
start,
That's
how
the
80's
broke
my
heart.
The
wonder
years
I've
played
my
part,
That's
how
the
80's
broke
my
heart.
Like
I
said,
I
lost
my
virginity
to
a
girl
called
Anne-Marie.
Well,
she
said
she
fancied
me,
And
then
she
said
"Fuck
me"
and
I
thought
fuck
me,
And
I'm
all
talk
and
it'll
be
over
too
quickly.
And
it
was
but
I
couldn't
care
less,
I'd
seen
a
girl's
part,
made
a
mess
on
her
dress,
Oh
yes,
you're
now
rocking
with
the
best,
Second
person
in
my
year
that
had
seen
a
breast.
I'm
in
my
30s
now
and
I'm
still
impressed,
Why
the
Falklands
Mum,
and
what
have
they
done.
Where
do
girls
come
from,
where
do
girls
come
from,
where
do
girls
come
from?
It's
the
80's
what
you
looking
at,
you
mong?
So
young,
so
long,
so
young,
so
long...
Too
short,
so
long.
What
you
looking
at,
you
mong?
Too
short,
so
long,
too
short,
so
long,
So
long...
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