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