Thatcher was in were tight and sour The letter A was sprayed in a circle
And everybody's was gettin' shaved or spiked My sister stitched her and made 'em into drainpipes She was Adam Ant and Wuthering Heights I was getting Madness and grifter bikes
Mom had to late, I had no complaints Used to get away murder when Grandad babysat Used to play fox and hound 'til the sun down, Singin' Lip Up Fatty, running wild through the town
And all I was Doc boots and braces My ear pierced, "So, mum, a racist?" She didn't explain that we weren't Caucasian, As we could see black children on some occasion And she'd keep that All my friends are gettin' NF and swastikas they're scratchin' on the
and violence on the TV Broken down on Newsround while eatin' Toast Toppers, watchin' coppers get beat discos and trips with the play scheme Dancin' to ska, the girl of my dreams My tenth birthday and those two-tones pressed Money in my card I One Step Beyond, yes Lent it to a friend, never got it Dear Jim you fix it for me? Remember
a 70s baby, early 80s child Reminiscin' the days in the brick backyard Just a 70s baby, early 80s Reminscin' 'bout the days and you think times are
Oh, let me you now, woo, oh, a wicked witch was in power And oh, my god she did Cast a spell called depression made a living Turned man against man the boys and girls We had no future, computer Had to make do what we had and the hand-me-down gowns Current beat, upbeat, Cracker Jack of Underground, synthpop, Show, electro on the radio Mum, turn it up, a new thing, yeah
Now all I want is tech's with fat bass He?s got the next best friend scratchin' and breakin' Snatch your racks and battery by the stack to keep the boom box going flat Didn't cope and went in over the store with a performance kid this has never been so packed Street light for a spot light, box for a stage And if you had a score to you resolved it with your breakin' Not like now using guns and bats Robbin' old folk, we don?t need no more of
Just a 70s baby, early 80s Reminiscin' 'bout the in the brick backyard a 70s baby, early 80s child Reminscin' the days and you think times are hard
Every and every stone thrown Was for you and me stood firm Truly Gave back as good as what go