Oh they might wear classic reeboks
Or knackered converse
Or trackie bottoms tucked in socks
But all of that's what the point is not
The point's that there ain't no romance around there

And there's the [bad word] that they can't see
They'd probably like to throw a punch at me
And if you could only see them then you would agree
Agree that there ain't romance around there

You know, oh it's a funny thing you know
We'll tell 'em if you like, we'll tell 'em all tonight
They'll never listen
'Cause their minds are made up and course it's all OK to carry on that way

And over there there's broken bones
There's only music so that there's new ringtones
But it don't take no Sherlock Holmes
To see it's a little different around here

Don't get me wrong though there's boys in bands
And kids who like to scrap with pool cues in their hands
And just 'cause he's had a coupla cans
He thinks it's alright to act like a [bad word] 

Don't you know, oh it's a funny thing you know
We'll tell 'em if you like, we'll tell 'em all tonight
They'll never listen
Cause their minds are made up
And course it's all OK to carry on that way
I said no, oh no
Oh you won't get me to go
Anywhere, said anywhere
I won't go
Oh no no

Well over there there's friends of mine
What can I say? I've known 'em for a long long time
And yeah, they might over step the line
But I just cannot get angry in the same way
Oh not in the same way
Well not in the same way
Oh no
Oh no no