That boys a Hoxton Hero,
Skinny fit jeans and dressed in pink,
How he dresses I care zero,
As long as he don't steal my drink.
That girls an Indie Cindy,
Lego haircut and polka-dot dress,
I don't care if she thinks she's indie,
How she's different is anyone's guess.
You've got you skin tight, colors on the floor,
With all your white lines, every s*ut and who*e,
All the band boys in your specs and sneakers,
On your back yeah, its time to blow the speaker,
I went to a rave and it got real moody,
How can a screwface have a good time?
Was he deprived of his mothers b**bie?
I doubt he's lived a life of grime
I went to a gig but nobody danced,
Everybody was far too cool,
All the kiddies they just stood there,
Is it the same at their public school?
(follow, wallow, swallow)
I stay hard like metal,
You could never merk me,
Dirty like skettle,
I k** germs like dettol,
Get mucky,
But I will never settle.
I'm an indie limey,
Yeah but I like it grimey,
And I rave with a grin,
I'm not too cool for the next big thing,
I don't wanna f** about,
I wanna good time and that's why I'm out,
And you look silly,
When you put on your best myspace pout.