We were promised the best years of our lives, but all we got was name-calling and fights, because narrow minded fools run comprehensive schools / Jules was one of the chosen few, whose charisma and charm seemed to carry him through and when he turned his eye on you, well there was not much you could do / ‘Cause he was pissing about while they were pa**ing out their rules, again, and again, and again, but his punishment was overdue.
Julian Stokes, used to tell jokes, spent all his time trying to make us laugh / It was all fine, till he crossed the line when he took the piss out of Chelsea's dad / She planned her sweet revenge for weeks and when it came off it was cla** / Julian Stokes, sobbing and soaked, walked home alone from the formal dance.
Chelsea's dad was on remand for a**ault with intent, near the taxi-stand, and each trip to visit him, seemed to take a little longer than the last / Jules was just too cool to care,
He would bring up stuff that others wouldn't dare and he soon learned the price of making light of someone else's plight / When nostalgia grips me, it hits me in the face, again and again and again / That school was such an awful place.