Hanging about down the market street I spent a lot of time on my feet When I saw some passing yabbos We did chance to speak
I knew how to sing y' know an They knew how to pose An' one of them had a Les Paul Heart attack machine
All the young punks Laugh your life Cos there ain't much to cry for All the young cunts Live it now Cos there ain't much to die for
Everybody wants to bum a ride On the rock 'n' roller coaster And we went out Got our name in small print on a poster Of course we got a manager Though he ain't the mafia A contract is a contract When they get 'em out on yer
You gotta drag yourself to work Drug yourself to sleep You're dead from the neck up By the middle of the week
Face front you got the future shining Like a piece of gold But I swear as we get closer It look more like a lump of coal But it's better than the factory Now that's no place to waste your youth I worked there for a week once I luckily got the boot
Feeling bad for three to four days Feeling sad for three to four more Feeling hazy for 45 minutes Feeling crazy for 45 more We been dancing all night long Waiting in the corner cos something's wrong Dont wanna get up and see that dawn like the day before
A spirit a pound a half a pint of brown This is the way we spell camden town I shouldnt speed its not my need how can this go on