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 [bad word]  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
 contract is a contract
 When they get 'em out on yer

 You gotta drag yourself to work
 [bad word] 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

 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