Lord Anthony

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 will run riot, you will stay quiet
Or you will die

Tony at the back of the gym
Smoke another one, your chances are slim
'Cos here they come again
And they got you on the ground
Tasting blood again, at least it's your own
When will you realise 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're 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 that this
'Cause you'll soon be old enough to leave them
And without a notion of a care
You'll lift two fingers in the air to linger there

Tony, you're a bit of a mess
Melted Toblerone under your dress
If the kids could see you they would pass you right by
Blue mascara running over your eye
When will you realise 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're off for a week boy

(Anthony, it could be worse...)

They call you Lord Anthony
But hey - it could be worse than
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 lift two fingers in the air to linger there