There's a campaign of hateIt's waiting at the school gates Not for what I am awareIt must be what she wrote, what she writesAnd you swore that you'd swearTo you remember why you cameNot to play follow the leader, no no Poor kids dressing like they're rich (mods)Rich kids dressing like they're poor (oh my God)White kids talking like they're blackI tried it with Charlene and I spent three days on my backCuz she said, "Baby, I like the cut of your J.I.B.Oh, don't believe them when they sayThat you don't get nothing for free."It's all for free, follow me now There's a campaign of hateIt's waiting at the school gatesThere's a campaign of hateIt's waiting at the school gatesThere's a campaign of hateIt's waiting at the school gatesThere's a campaign of hateIt's waiting at the school gatesFaster!There's a campaign of hateWaiting at the school gatesThere's a campaign of hateWaiting at the school gatesThere's a campaign of hate

Shoop shoop, shoop de-lang-a-langShoop shoop, shoop de-lang-a-langShoop shoop, shoop de-lang-a-langShoop shoop, shoop de-lang-a-langShoop shoop, shoop de-lang-a-langShoop shoop, shoop de-lang-a-langShoop shoop, shoop de-lang-a-langShoop shoop, shoop de-lang-a-lang Oh what you gonna do, Katie?You're a sweet sweet girlBut it's a cruel, cruel worlda cruel, cruel world. My pins are none too strong, KatieHurry up, Mrs BrownI can feel it coming down& it won't take none too long But since you said goodbyePolka dots fill my eyesAnd I don't know why Shoop shoop, shoop de-lang-a-langShoop shoop, shoop de-lang-a-langShoop shoop, shoop de-lang-a-langShoop shoop, shoop de-lang-a-lang What you gonna do Katie?You're a sweet, sweet girlBut it's a cruel, cruel worlda cruel, cruel world Safety pins are none too strong Katiethey hold my life togetherAnd I never say neverAnd I never say never again But since you said goodbyeThe polka dots fill my eyesAnd I don't know why Since you said goodbyethe polka dots fill my eyesAnd I don't know whySay you wantSay you willSay you won't but don't leave me standingSay you will, it's up to anyoneThat's what they all like to know And since you said goodbyethe polka dots fill the skyAnd I don't know why

In the land of the gouching skiving sunThere's bodies in the room, ladNever an honest day's work is doneThey call it the Tomblands No, they're never gonna get me noNever gonna get me noNever gonna get me no Fifteen holes in the dealer's chestYo ho ho he was a mini martial manSocial unrestPieces of eight in the jukebox Oh, you knowDidn't wanna be the one to tell youShe was only 14Sussed out your dirty sorded little scene

A problemHere comes a problemYou let down your friendsAnd you let down the peopleAnd you let down yourself Oh oh oh ohAnd only fools, vultures and undertakersWill have any time for you A Problem, here comes a problemWhen you lie to your friendsAnd you lie to your peopleAnd you lie to yourselfAnd the truth's too harsh to comprehendYou just pretend there isn't a problem I am a pimp and they sayAnd in my bed you dig my bedI dig my grave The truth's too hard to comprehendYou just pretend there isn't a problemNo I ain't got a problemIt's you with the problem

How can we make you understandAll you can be is right given in your handYou won't need moneyTrust in me, take me by the handGive us a chipDreams are strewn across the sandYou won't need money And all the pimps, punks, pederasts, jugglers and foolsThey drive me crazy, are climbing the wallsshow me the way, the way to the storeCause I'm so sick, so sick of it allBut when the penny drops Trust in me, take me by the handCashing your chips strewn across the sandYou won't need money And all the pimps, punks, pederasts, jugglers and foolsThey drive me crazy, it's no good at allshow me the way, the way to the storeCause I'm so sick of it allBut when the penny drops...

Please don't get me wrongSee I forgive you in a songWe'll call The Likely LadsBut if it's left to youI know exactly what you'd doWith all the dreams we hadJust blood runs thicker, ohWe're thick as thieves, you knowIf that's important to youIt's important to meI tried to make you seeBut you don't want to know! If you pipe all summer longThen get forgiven in a songWell that's a touch, my ladThey sold the rights to all the wrongsAnd when they knew you'd give me songsWelcome back, I said The blood runs thicker, ohWe're thick as thieves, you knowIf it's important to youIt's important to meI tried to make you seeBut you don't want to know Oh what became of the likely lads?What became of the dreams we had? What became of forever? Oh what became of foreverThough, we'll never know Please don't get me wrongSee I forgive you in a songWe call The Likely LadsWe all bought the onesWe taught 'em all we wrote the songsThat's filled with dreams we have But blood runs thicker ohWe're thick as thieves, you knowIf it's important to youIt's important to meI tried to make you seeBut you don't want to know Oh what became of the likely ladsWhat became of the dreams we had?What became of forever?What became of forever?We'll never know