- Votes:
- Composers:
- Jerry Christopher Meehan
- Robert Peter Williams
 
- Genres:
- Pop
 
- Tags:
- british
- britpop
- robbie williams
- rudebox
 
- See also:
Robbie Williams - The 80's lyrics
I smoked Consulate and Park Drive
 Drank Newcy Brown, learned how to skive
 Polo mints to hide my breath from my Mum
 Did a little weed 'cause it felt like fun
 Did a little speed if my friends had some
 Nicked Volkswagon badges, I'm a Beastie Boys son
 Me so horny, me so young
 And I still get my washing done
 Auntie Jo died of cancer
 God didn't have an answer
 Rhythm was a dancer
 Any room for a chancer, that's me in the corner, thanks sir
 Wore a Troop track suits, British Knights shoes
 Kangol hat like L.L. Cools
 Before I was having it, having it large
 They nicked the B.M.X. from out my garage
 Knew it was Tire from off the estate
 'Cause every time I saw him he smiled like we were mates
 From then on in, I'd have to walk to me Nan's
 And I'll dream my dreams for a sea of prams
 Like a hooligan on the football stands
 And I threw the V's to Leeds and West Ham
 And then I ran, I ran so far away
 Down Scotia Road to a taxi bay
 Then I ran again 'cause I couldn't pay
 Young Muslim didn't get his fare that day
 I apologize today
 Things look better when they start
 That's how the 80's broke my heart
 And who are you calling poof
 You like Wham, man, I hate that stuff
 And then my Granddad died and left a hole in the family
 And lots of women there to nanny me
 School was a laugh, they didn't have A.D.D
 Thick was the term they used for me
 Over and over, repeatedly
 Over and over
 Take my breathe away
 Pass the bidley bidley bidley bidley bong
 Pass it on the left hand sideRobbie Williams - The 80's - http://motolyrics.com/robbie-williams/the-80s-lyrics.html
 Right turn, Clyde
 That girl in the fourth year got pregnant
 She was raised Catholic, brilliant
 I cried, she cried, we cried
 Her youth died
 Drank cider in the cemetery
 The year above us had discovered 'E'
 And I said it weren't for me, twelve pounds fifty
 I could rob my mum's purse and buy one off Chalky
 Met a girl on Monday, drank fizzy pop on Tuesday
 Fingered her on Wednesday
 And on Thursday and Friday, and on Saturday
 Dumped by Sunday
 Things look better when they start
 That's how the 80's broke my heart
 The wonder years I've played my part
 That's how the 80's broke my heart
 I lost my virginity to a girl called Anne-Marie
 Well, she said she fancied me
 And then she said, "Fuck me" and I thought fuck me
 And I'm all talk and it'll be over too quickly
 And it was but I couldn't care less
 I'd seen a girl's part, made a mess on her dress
 Oh yes, you're now rocking with the best
 Second person in my year that had seen a breast
 I'm in my 30's now and I'm still impressed
 Why the Falklands Mum, and what have they done
 Where do girls come
 Where do girls come from, where do girls come from?
 It's the 80's what you looking at you mong
 So young, so long
 So young
 So long
 Too short
 So long
 What you looking at, you mong
 Too short
 So long
 Too short, so long
 So long

















