Anthony, bullied at school
Get your own back
Now you are cool
Or are you scared?
Bunking off though you're a toff
It's all gone wrong again
You got double maths
But the teacher's got no control
The boys all run riot
You will stay quiet
Or you will die
Tony at the back of the gym
Smoke another one
Your chances are slim
'Cause here they come again
And they got you on the ground
Tasting blood again
At least it's your own
When will you realise
It doesn't pay
To be smarter than teachers
Smarter than most boys?
Shut your mouth
Start kicking the football
Bang on the teeth
You are off for a week, boy
You may as well take it in the guts
It can't get worse
Just take it in the guts
It can't get worse that this
'Cause you'll soon be old enough to leave them
Without a notion of a care
You'll leave two fingers in the air
To linger there
Tony, you're a bit of a mess
Melted Toblerone under your dress
If the kids could see you
They would pa** you right by
Blue mascara running over your eye
When will you realise
It doesn't pay
To be smarter than teachers
Smarter than most boys?
Shut your mouth
Start kicking the football
Bang on the teeth
You are off for a week, boy
(Anthony it could be worse)
(Anthony it could be worse)
They call you Lord Anthony, but hey (Anthony it could be worse)
It could be worse
Lord Anthony but hey (Anthony it could be worse)
It could be worse
Don't answer me but hey (Anthony it could be worse)
It kind of suits you anyway
You'll soon be old enough to leave them
Without a notion of a care
You'll leave two fingers in the air
To linger there