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 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