Say Something Special

You should have been a ned
But you were born in '65
When the Specials had their moment
You and your thick pals said fine
We have more than snorting speed to do
We have a way of life
We are more than morons fighting
We are skins until we die
So!
Say something special to me ... Boy!
Say something special to me ... Girl!

You used to shave your head
But now a polish is fine
Without a doubt you were the lout
Of 1979
Waistband expands as hands
Still grab for lager drink it to the beat
Keep-keep-on-keeping on you fucker
Keep those boots upon your feet
So!

Say something special to me ... Boy!
Say something special to me ... Girl!

You're the meanest little dickhead
On provincial street
But when a little boy had fallen down
You bought him a sweet
You love the Queen you loved her mother
Just like your own mum
You're such a bloody moron
You're just so fucking dumb
So!

Say something special to me ... Boy!
Say something special to me ... Girl!