B-Side

There’s a group of lads with their hands made up in fists. Though they never use them you sort of get the gist. And there’s a group of girls who wander back and forth. It’s hard to understand how that they tan like that up north.

And they like to cause a ruckus you can sit back enjoy the show. Cos all the coppers they seem so naive, I doubt they know. It’s a Saturday a pretty normal one at that. Until you realise they’re the mice and he's the cat.

And you said, oh well it never made any sense. Well I promise I was never like them. With the bottles of white lightning. And you and your mates they seem alright. But I can’t seem to get you off my mind, no.

And sure the boys wear Reeboks and Kappa tracky bottoms. And they drink out on the walls out of water bottles. They’ve been doing it for ages cos the law’s just obsolete. They might not not be kings of the road. But they're kings of the high street, yeah. And you said..that it never made any sense...