Lord Anthony
Anthony, bullied at school

Get your own back now you are cool

Or are you scared you're 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, the back of the gym

Smoke another one, your chances are slim,

'Cause here they come again

And they got you on the ground

You're tasting blood again

At least it's your own



When will you realise 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 (?)



You may as well take it in the guts, it could get worse

Just take it in the guts, it could get worse

Just take it in the guts, it could get worse

Just take it in the guts, it could get worse



Oh but hey, you'll soon be old enough to leave them all

And 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

But if the kids could see you they would pass you right by

Your blue mascara's running over your eye



Why don't you realise 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 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 could be worse

Lord Anthony but hey, it kind of suits you anyway



You'll soon be old enough to leave them there

Without a notion of a care

You'll leave two fingers in the air

To linger there