Just a 70s baby, early 80s child
Reminiscin bout the days in the brick backyard
Just a 70s baby, early 80s child
Reminscin bout the days and you think times are hard
Just a 70s baby, early 80s child
Reminiscin bout the days in the brick backyard
Just a 70s baby, early 80s child
Reminscin bout the days and you think times are hard
Hey-ey, hm-mm
Hey-ey, hm-mm
Hey-ey, hm-mm
Hey-ey, hm-mm
Hey-ey, hm-mm
Hey-ey, hm-mm
Thachter was in power, times were dark and sour
The letter A was sprayed in a circle everywhere
And everybodys head was gettin shaved or spiked
My sister stitched her flares and made em into drainpipes
She was into Adam Ant and wuthering heights
I was getting into madness and grifter bikes
Mom had to work late, I had no complaints
Used to get away with murder when grandad babysat
Used to play fox and hound til the sun came down
Singin Lip up fatty, running wild through the ghost town
And all I wanted was doc boots and braces
My ear pierced, So, mum, whats a racist?
She didnt explain that we werent quite Caucasian
As we could see black children on some future occasion
And shed keep that shtum all my friends are gettin brainwashed
NF and swastikas theyre scratchin on the desktops
Just a 70s baby, early 80s child
Reminiscin bout the days in the brick backyard
Just a 70s baby, early 80s child
Reminscin bout the days and you think times are hard
Hey-ey, hm-mm
Hey-ey, hm-mm
Hey-ey, hm-mm
Riots and violence on the TV broken down on newsround
While eatin toast toppers, watchin coppers get beat down
Church discos and trips with the play scheme
Dancin to ska, kissing the girl of my dreams
My tenth birthday and those two-tones stay pressed
Money in my card I bought One-step-beyond, yes
Lent it to a friend, never got it back
Dear Jim could you fix it for me? Remember that
That, that, that, that, that
Just a 70s baby, early 80s child
Reminiscin bout the days in the brick backyard
Just a 70s baby, early 80s child
Reminscin bout the days and you think times are hard
Just a 70s baby, early 80s child
Reminiscin bout the days in the brick backyard
Just a 70s baby, early 80s child
Reminscin bout the days and you think times are hard
Oh, let me tell you now, woo, oh, a wicked witch was in power
And oh, my god she did devour
Cast a spell called depression made a living hell
Turned man against man forgot the boys and girls
We had no future, home computer
Had to make do with what we had
Knock a door run and the hand me down gowns
Current beat, upbeat, Cracker Jack of underground
Synthpop, Muppet Show, electro on the radio
Mum, turn it up, its a new thing, yeah
Now all I want is high techs with fat bass
Hes got the next best friend started scratchin and breakin
Snatch your racks and battery by the stack
To keep the boom box from going flat
Didnt cope and went in over the store
With a performance kid this place has never been so packed
Street light for a spot light, cardboard box for a stage
And if you had a score to settle you resolved it with your breakin
Not like now theyre using guns and bats
Robbin old folk, we dont need no more of that
That, that, that, that, that
Just a 70s baby, early 80s child
Reminiscin bout the days in the brick backyard
Just a 70s baby, early 80s child
Reminscin bout the days and you think times are hard
Hey-ey, hm-mm
Hey-ey, hm-mm
Hey-ey, hm-mm
Every brick and every stone thrown was for you and me
They stood firm truly revolutionary gave back as good as what they go
Every brick and every stone thrown was for you and me
They stood firm truly revolutionary gave back as good as what they go