Anthony, bullied at school Get your own back, now you are cool Or are you scared, bunking off though you're a toff It's all gone wrong again, you've got double maths But the teacher's got no control The boys all run riot You all stay quiet Or you will die Tony, at the back of the gym Smoke another one, your chances are slim 'Cause here they come again and they got you on the ground Tasting blood again, at least it's your own When will you realize it doesn't pay To be smarter than teachers, smarter than most boys So shut your mouth, start kicking the football Bang on the teeth, you are off for a week, boy You may as well take it in the guts, it can't get worse Just take it in the guts, it can't get worse than this 'Cause you'll soon be old enough to leave them Without a notion of a care You'll leave two fingers in the air To linger there Tony, you're a bit of a mess Melted Tolberone under your dress If the kids could see you they would pass you right by Blue mascara running over your eye When will you realize it doesn't pay To be smarter than teachers, smarter than most boys Shut your mouth, start kicking the football Bang on the teeth, you are off for a week, boy Anthony, it could be worse Anthony, it could be worse They call you Lord Anthony but, hey, it could be worse So Lord Anthony but, hey, it could be worse Lord Anthony but, hey, it kind of suits you anyway You'll soon be old enough to leave them Without a notion of a care You'll leave two fingers in the air To linger there © SONY/ATV MUSIC PUBLISHING UK LTD; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com