Picking up the story from where I left off, it's 1990 now so school can fuck off
I got no GCSEs, nothing higher than a D,
I couldn't tell me mum because she'd batter me
Me and ?? sat on the bowling green, life is a shitter
We had five quid between us, bought us six cans of bitter
I took me ten Benson home and I smoked through the sorrow
If I could just avoid me mum maybe I'll tell her tomorrow
I stumbled through the door and said "Mum, it's like this."
She said "That man's been on the phone and you've made the list!
You're in that boy band, son, come and giz a kiss!"
Phoned up Martin and Rich and carried on getting pissed
"Boys I don't believe it, I'm gonna be famous!
Pick you up in a Porsche and buy you lots of trainers."
I met the other guys, one seemed like a cock
I think it's gonna be like New Kids on The Block
I cant be bothered, cuz I'm lazy
I hate those that hate me
I cant forgive and it's crazy, baby
Now I'm a video star
Do you know who you are, baby?
I adopted four brothers, some I liked more than others
One was like a brother from another mother
But the lead singer made it hard to like him
And I still loved him, to spite him
The first three months, you know, I nearly quit
wrong
worried
where
video
versace
unload
higher
girls
getting
benson
played
everything
because
enough
stumbled
hated
batter
dinner
turned
diana
tomorrow
another
dancing
break
seemed
truth
crazy
carried
bitter
bullets
stood
loved
breaking
glastonbury
block
adopted
others
through
answering
between
martin
walked
believe
broke
bothered
liked
pissed
bought
famous
always
bowling
green
fucked
number
gonna
brother
brothers
forgive
stopped
avoid
lunch
nothing
picking
yourself
snooker
maybe
heart
months
little
nerves
mother
nearly
think
nineteen
other
talking
perform
singer
those
three
trainers
jealous
phoned
still
school
phone
princess
robbie
battered
spite
running
saying
could
shitter
porsche
smoked
shoot
sorrow
sorry
first
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