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    I smoked Consulate and Park Drive
    Drank Newcy 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 friends 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 Tire from off the estate
    'Cause every time I saw him he smiled like we were mates
    From 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 threw the V's to Leeds and West Ham
    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 poof
    You like Wham, man
    I hate that stuff
    And then my Granddad died and left a hole in the family
    And 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

    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, 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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