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 aint much to cry for
All the young [bad word] Live it now
Cos there aint much to die for

Everybody wants to bum
ride on the rock n roller coaster
And we went out
Got our name in small print on the poster
Of course we got a manager
Though he aint the mafia
contract is a contract
When they get em out on yer

You gotta drag yourself to work [bad word] yourself to sleep
Youre 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 its better than some factory
Now thats no place to waste your youth
I worked there for a week once
I luckily got the boot