Sticky toffee fingers and new trainer whiffs
A neverending case of the snotty nose sniffs
Your parents know nothing, the pair of old stiffs
What the hell is a CCJ?

Southgate’s a knob, Tony Blair’s ace
Dicaprio’s got the pure fittest face
A puffajacket wont look out of place
With your head chock full of hairspray

Dinner from the chippy in front of Brookie
Your dad kicking off cos your sister’s had nookie
With the scally down the road with a face like a cookie
What the hell would the kids look like?

Baby’s our favourite and Posh is a ming
But we still try to copy that sulky pout thing
And into the hairbrush we yell and we sing
You get a dig for calling Sporty a dyke.

And nothing changes on the street
And nothing changes underneath
The sky is grey
On the TV and the horizon

And I’d like to think
That change will come
That the tangles in life can be undone
But at teen and a four
I’m not sure
If I’ll ever untie them

All this Andrex down our bras is starting to chafe
But it’s worth it for cheeky stares off Nathe
From across the road, god he’s well safe
Why the hell is he nearly 18?

It’s shite being this age, on fourteen’s dark side
All the signs of a tween we keep trying to hide
Can’t wait to grow up, cos I just can’t abide
Much more of this tired old scene.

Eleccys gone bink, had to sleep in a cardie
No ciggies in the house so Mum is all mardy
Clinging on to her dreams of being Linda Lusardi
With her slap on and cheap fake tan.

The line in the Postie gets longer and longer
The stink of stale ale gets stronger and stronger
Instead of assist, they just seem to prolong
This blind shuffle through no man’s land.

And nothing changes on the street
And nothing changes underneath
The sky is grey
On the TV and the horizon

And I’d like to think
That change will come
That the tangles in life can be undone
But at teen and a four
I’m not sure
If I’ll ever untie them

One day I know I’ll be long shot of here
One day real soon I’ll make it disappear

Your hoods, your dole, your argos chandelier
Your Pittie, false titties and nights awake in fear.

But nothing changes on the street
And nothing changes underneath
With convicts who only have themselves for a jailer.

I live on this street
Far as I can see
But this street
She don’t live on me
And I know I’ll be free
Just you see
I’m going to prevail her.