Look at the kid from school He's teaching mamas and papas how to be a little cool He's changing fashion, the way he dress The tracksuits are old, and the hoody's way too moody For a kid with the will to funk He dances in secret; he's a part-time punk She's getting off the plane She wants to write a thesis on the population underprivileged The kids fighting up the lane Shop lifting, just drifting Like The Switchblade And The Cross But if there's trouble she's got the moves She's taking an elementary cla** in Kung fu I left my washing in the launderette You can put some money on it, you can place a little bet That when I see my washing The black will be grey and the white will be grey But the blues are still blue I'm crying out for my mum If the malady don't go away we're in a little trouble With the boss of the company I'm a singer, a swinger I'm a layabout but laying on The dock in the lazy sun Will never quite relegate me to a bum I left my lady in the launderette You can put some money on it, you can place a little bet That when I see my lady The black will be white and the white will be black But The Blues Are Still Blue Baby, I love your face I've been creeping round this town because Well, creeping's just my way But with a little wink I'll be there I'll be excited for a week, but then excitement starts to fade I know your young, but you're out of touch You're French, your vocabulary's not quite formed I left my homework in the launderette I got a letter from my mamma which my stoopid dog has ate I hid behind the fence Here comes the deputy head with the bark of a bulldog He's not making much sense I left my lady in the launderette You can put some money on it, you can place a little bet That when I see my lady The black will be white and the white will be black But the blues are still blue