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