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 math

But the teacher's got no control

The boys will 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 it's your own

When will you realise 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're 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 that this

'Cause you'll soon be old enough to leave them

Without a notion of a care

You'll lift two fingers in the air

To linger there

Tony, you're 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 doesn't pay

To be smarter than teachers

Smarter than most, boy?

Shut your mouth

Start kicking the football

Bang on the teeth

You're off for a week, boy

(Anthony, it could be worse)

(Anthony, it could be worse)

(Anthony, it could be worse)

(Anthony, it could be worse)

(Anthony, it could be worse)

They call you Lord Anthony

But hey, it could be worse than

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 lift two fingers in the air

To linger there