Picking up the story from where I left off, it's 1990 now so school can fuck off
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I got no GCSEs, nothing higher than a D,
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I couldn't tell me mum because she'd batter me
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Me and Tate sat on the bowling green, life is a shitter
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We had five quid between us and bought six cans of bitter
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I took me ten Benson home and I smoked through the sorrow
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If I could just avoid me mum maybe I'll tell her tomorrow
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I stumbled through the door and said "Mum, it's like this."
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She said "That man's been on the phone and you've made the list!
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You're in that boy band, son, come and giz a kiss!"
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Phoned up Martin and Rich and carried on getting pissed
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"Boys I don't believe it, I'm gonna be famous!
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Pick you up in a Porsche and buy you lots of trainers."
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I met the other guys, one seemed like a cock
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I think it's gonna be like New Kids on The Block
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I cant be bothered, cuz I'm lazy
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I hate those that hate me
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I cant forgive and it's crazy, baby
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Now I'm a video star
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Do you know who you are, baby?
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(I only wanted to get down
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I'm making trouble in this town
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For the five of us)
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I adopted four brothers, some I liked more than others
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One was like a brother from another mother
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But the lead singer made it hard to like him
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But I still loved him, to spite him
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The first three months, you know, I nearly quit
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I played snooker with me dad he said "Don't be a dick!
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Unload the bullets, your mind is a gun,
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You're gonna shoot yourself when they're number one!"
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I cant be bothered, cuz I'm lazy
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I hate those that hate me
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I cant forgive and it's crazy, baby
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Now I'm a video star
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Do you know who you are, baby?
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(I only wanted to get down
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I'm making trouble in this town
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For the five of us)
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Now it's dinner with Versace, lunch with Princess Diana
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And I'm gonna get battered if I go out in my manor
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Because as much as we were loved we were also hated
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The boys got jealous cuz the girls got plated
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Now we're famous and that, and we're dancing and that
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And I'm thinking "I can sing, Why am I stood at the back?"
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So fuck the band give me Sambuca and gak
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We're all a bag of nerves and not a band of brothers
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I cant be bothered, cuz I'm lazy
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I hate those that hate me
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I cant forgive and it's crazy, baby
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Now I'm a video star
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Do you know who you are, baby?
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(I only wanted to get down
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I'm making trouble in this town
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For the five of us)
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And now it's breaking my heart because the dream's turned to shit
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It ain't broke but I'll break it in a little bit
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And I'm always in trouble but I've stopped saying sorry
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Everybody's worried "What the fuck's wrong with Robbie?
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He's not answering his phone, he's not talking to me
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I saw him on the telly at Glastonbury."
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And now I'm running away from everything that I've been
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And I'm pissed and I'm fucked and I'm only nineteen
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I can't conform no more, I can't perform no more
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But the boys know I'm fucked and so they show me the door
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And if truth be told I wasn't fit enough to stay
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So I put my head down and walked away.
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That was the 90s; 90 to 95
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I cant be bothered, cuz I'm lazy
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I hate those that hate me
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I cant forgive and it's crazy, baby
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Now I'm a video star
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Do you know who you are, baby?
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(I only wanted to get down
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I'm making trouble in this town
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For the five of us)
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The 90s
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| Robbie Williams |
