Lyrics Language: English Song writer/composer(s): Robbie Williams, Jeremy Meehan
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Robbie WilliamsThe 80's Lyrics:
I smoked consulates and park drive
Drank nookie brown learned how to skive
Polo mints to hide my breath from my mum
Did a little weed 'cuz it felt like fun
Did a little bit of speed if my friend had some
Nicked Volkswagen badges I'm a Beastie Boys son
Me so horny, me so young and I still get my washing done
Auntie Joan died of cancer
God didn't have an answer
Rhythm was a dancer
Any room for a chancer? that's me in the corner, thanks sir
I wore astute track suits
British Nike shoes, Kangol hat like LL Cool's
Before I was 'avin it, 'avin it large
They nicked the BMX from out my, my garage
Knew it was Theo from off the estate
'Cuz every time he'd see me, he'd smile like we were mates
From then on in I'd have to walk to me nan's
And I'd dream my dreams through a sea of prams
Like a hooligan on the football stands
And I'd throw the V's to Leeds and West Ham
Then I ran, I ran so far away down Scotia road to a Taxi Bay
Then I ran again 'cuz I couldn't pay, a muslim didn't get his fare that day
I apologize today
Things are better when they start
That's how the 80s broke my heart
And who are you calling poof?
You like wham, man, I hate that stuff
And then my granddad died and left a hole in the family
And lots of women had to nanny me
School was a laugh, they didn't have ADD
Thick was the term they used for me
Over and over, repeatedly
Over and over
Take my breath away, take my breath away
Pass it on the left hand side, right turn, Clive
That girl in the fourth year, got pregnant
And she was raised catholic, brilliant
I cried, she cried, we cried, our youth died
Drank cider in the cemetery
The year above us had discovered E and I said it weren't for me
12 past 50 I could rob me mum's purse and buy one up torquay
Met a girl on Monday, drank fizzy pop on Tuesday
Fingered her on Wednesday
And on Thursday and Friday and on Saturday
Dumped by Sunday
Things are better when they start
That's how the 80s broke my heart
The wonder years, I've played my part
That's how the 80s broke my heart
Like I said, I lost my virginity to a girl called Anne-Marie
Well, she said she fancied me
And then she said, "Fuck me"
And I thought, “Fuck me, I'm all talk and it'll be over too quickly”
And it was but I couldn't care less
I'd seen a girl's bra and made a mess on her dress, oh yes
You're now rocking with the best
Second person in my year that had seen a breast
I'm in my 30s now and I'm still impressed
Where are the Falklands mum and what have they done?
Where do girls come from? Where do girls come from?
Where do girls come from?
It's the 80s, what you looking at, ya mong?
So young, so long, so young, so long
Too short, so long
What you looking at ya mong?
Too short, so long, too short, so long
So long
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