Lyrics Belle – Lord Anthony

Anthony, bullied at school
Get your own back, now you are cool
Or are you scared?
Bunking off though you’re a toff

Tony at the back of the gym
Smoke another one, your chances are slim
‘Cos here they come again
And they got you on the ground
Tasting blood again, at least it’s your own
When will you realise that it never pays
To be smarter than teachers
Smarter than most boys?
Shut your mouth, start kicking the football
Bang on the teeth, you’re off for a week boy

You may as well take it in the guts — it can’t get worse
Take it in the guts — it can’t get worse that this
You’ll soon be old enough to leave them
And without a notion of a care
You’ll lift two fingers in the air to linger there

Tony, you’re a bit of a mess
Melted Toblerone under your dress
And if the boys could see you they would pass you right bye
Blue mascara running over your eye
When will you realise that it never pays
To be smarter than teachers
Smarter than most boys?

They call you Lord Anthony
But hey — it could be worse than
Lord Anthony, but hey — it could be worse than
Lord Anthony, but hey — it kind of suits you anyway
You’ll soon be old enough to leave them
And without a notion of a care
You’ll lift two fingers in the air to linger there