Anthony, bullied at school
Get your own back now you are cool
Or are you scared bunking off though youre a toff?
Its all gone wrong again, youve got Double Maths.
But the teachers got no control
The boys all run riot
You will 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 its your own.
When will you realize it doesnt 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 cant get worse.
Just take it in the guts, it cant get worse than this.
Cause youll soon be old enough to leave them
Without a notion of a care
Youll leave two fingers in the air
To linger there.
Tony, youre a bit of a mess
Melted Toblerone 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 doesnt pay
To be smarter than teachers, smarter than most boys?
Shut your mouth, start kicking the football
Bang on the teeth. You were off for a week, boy.
They call you Lord Anthony but hey, it could be worse.
Lord Anthony but hey, it could be worse.
Lord Anthony but hey, it kind of suits you anyway…
Youll soon be old enough to leave them
Without a notion of a care
Youll leave two fingers in the air
To linger there.