Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Belle and Sebastian
Belle and Sebastian
Performer
Bob Kildea
Bob Kildea
Guitar
Christopher Thomas Geddes
Christopher Thomas Geddes
Vibraphone
Mick Cooke
Mick Cooke
Trumpet
Richard William Colburn
Richard William Colburn
Drums
Sarah Ann Martin
Sarah Ann Martin
Vocals
Stuart Murdoch
Stuart Murdoch
Vocals
Stephen Thomas Jackson
Stephen Thomas Jackson
Guitar
Anthony Pleeth
Anthony Pleeth
Cello
Boguslav Kostecki
Boguslav Kostecki
Violin
Gavin Wright
Gavin Wright
Violin
Jackie Shave
Jackie Shave
Violin
Patrick Kiernan
Patrick Kiernan
Violin
Frank Ricotti
Frank Ricotti
Percussion
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chris Geddes
Chris Geddes
Songwriter
Stevie Jackson
Stevie Jackson
Composer
Mick Cooke
Mick Cooke
Songwriter
Richard William Colburn
Richard William Colburn
Songwriter
Sarah Ann Martin
Sarah Ann Martin
Composer
Stuart Murdoch
Stuart Murdoch
Songwriter
Isobel Campbell
Isobel Campbell
Writer
Stuart David
Stuart David
Writer

Lyrics

Anthony, bullied at school Get your own back, now you are cool Or are you scared bunking off though you're a toff? It's all gone wrong again, you've got Double Maths But the teacher's got no control The boys all run riot You will stay quiet or you will die Tony, at the back of the gym Smoke another one, your chances are slim 'Cause here they come again And they got you on the ground Tasting blood again, at least it's your own When will you realise it doesn't pay To be smarter than teachers, smarter than most boys? So shut your mouth, start kicking the football Bang on the teeth, you are off for a week, boy You may as well take it in the guts, it can't get worse Just take it in the guts, it can't get worse than this 'Cause you'll soon be old enough to leave them Without a notion of a care You'll leave two fingers in the air To linger there Tony, you're a bit of a mess Melted Toblerone under your dress If the kids could see you, they would pass you right by Blue mascara running over your eye When will you realise it doesn't pay To be smarter than teachers, smarter than most boys? Shut your mouth, start kicking the football Bang on the teeth, you were off for a week, boy (Anthony, it could be worse) (Anthony, it could be worse) They call you Lord Anthony, but, hey, it could be worse (Anthony, it could be worse) And Lord Anthony, but, hey, it could be worse (Anthony, it could be worse) Lord Anthony, but, hey, it kind of suits you anyway (Anthony, it kind of suits you) You'll soon be old enough to leave them Without a notion of a care You'll leave two fingers in the air To linger there
Writer(s): Stuart Murdoch, Christopher Geddes, Michael Cooke, Stephen Jackson, Sarah Martin, Richard Colburn, Isobel Campbell, Stuart David Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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