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