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Belle and Sebastian
Belle and Sebastian
Intérprete
Bob Kildea
Bob Kildea
Guitarra
Christopher Thomas Geddes
Christopher Thomas Geddes
Vibráfono
Mick Cooke
Mick Cooke
Trompeta
Richard William Colburn
Richard William Colburn
Batería
Sarah Ann Martin
Sarah Ann Martin
Violín
Stuart Murdoch
Stuart Murdoch
Voz
Stephen Thomas Jackson
Stephen Thomas Jackson
Guitarra
Anthony Pleeth
Anthony Pleeth
Violonchelo
Boguslav Kostecki
Boguslav Kostecki
Violín
Gavin Wright
Gavin Wright
Violín
Jackie Shave
Jackie Shave
Violín
Patrick Kiernan
Patrick Kiernan
Violín
Frank Ricotti
Frank Ricotti
Percusión
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Chris Geddes
Chris Geddes
Letrista
Stevie Jackson
Stevie Jackson
Composición
Mick Cooke
Mick Cooke
Letrista
Richard William Colburn
Richard William Colburn
Letrista
Sarah Ann Martin
Sarah Ann Martin
Letrista
Stuart Murdoch
Stuart Murdoch
Letrista
Isobel Campbell
Isobel Campbell
Escritor
Stuart David
Stuart David
Escritor

Letra

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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