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Belle and Sebastian
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Bob Kildea
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Christopher Thomas Geddes
Вибрафон
Mick Cooke
Труба
Richard William Colburn
Барабаны
Sarah Ann Martin
Вокал
Stuart Murdoch
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Stephen Thomas Jackson
Гитара
Anthony Pleeth
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Boguslav Kostecki
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Gavin Wright
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Jackie Shave
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Patrick Kiernan
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Chris Geddes
Композитор
Stevie Jackson
Композитор
Mick Cooke
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Richard William Colburn
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Sarah Ann Martin
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Stuart Murdoch
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Isobel Campbell
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Stuart David
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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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