John: Soon I'm gonna be a man, be a player not a fan Cos that's all I've ever wanted since my life began Gonna be a soccer star, maybe drive a fancy car Build a mansion in the country for my Ma and Pa Gotta clean the kit I'm so sick of it
Each day I have to go to school, have to try and keep my cool While I study for exams in how to be a fool It's no wonder I'm annoyed, cos the state is overjoyed Just to teach a poor boy how to join the unemployed I'm so sick of it School and cleaning kit
One day I won't have to take it Cos I know I'm gonna make it All I need's a chance and I'll be on my way Only fools obey the rules They work all day like stupid mules I'm busting out of here, I'll do it one fine day I ain't eating shit Cleaning people's kit
Thomas & Cronies: You're not fit to wear our kit, you bastard orange proddy git We'll tear it off your back and stuff it down your throat Take our advice or pay the price, we certainly won't warn you twice The tide has turned and soon we'll be the ones to gloat You're a sodding Brit Wearing Irish kit!
Mary: So you're gonna be a man, not a stupid also-ran Now I've heard a lot of talk about your master plan I don't think you'll be a star, you ain't gonna go that far You're all talk and sod all action, you're all blah, blah, blah Come to terms with it Born to clean the kit
Your life's a farce, get off your arse Take my advice, get back in class Or hang around and moan and groan your life away Cos every hunk ends up a drunk Just killing time, his prospects sunk Still claiming that he's gonna bust out one fine day If the cap'll fit You'll be wearing it Stuck here cleaning kit
John: Have no fear, the time is near This boy is busting out of here I'll be burning brightly once the flame is lit I'll make my mark, light up the dark Explosions start with just one spark Then another lad will have to clean my kit I'm so sick of it School and cleaning kit