I put on clean underpants everyday

I brush my teeth and have a really good wash

I put on my clothes and I comb my hair

Then I check my whole body

To make sure I don't smell anywhere

Some boys don't inspect their bodies

Some boys let them be

Some boys never exercise and some boys spread disease

Some boys never wash themselves

Their hair's filthy, their breath smells

Some boys never clean their teeth or change their underwear

I used to be like this - 'till one night when I met Chris

He gave me a bar of soap and showed me how to use it

I am a keen sportsman - I love being fit

I like playing squash and perspiring a bit

I take a shower and I wash my hair

Then put talc on my body

To make sure I don't smell anywhere

Some boys don't inspect their bodies

Some boys let them be

Some boys never exercise and some boys spread disease

Some boys never wash themselves

Their hair's filthy, their breath smells

Some boys never clean their teeth or change their underwear

I used to be like this - 'till one night when I met Chris

He gave me a bar of soap and showed me how to use it

I take off my pants at the end of the day

I smell my socks before I put them away

I spray my feet and I spray my vest

Then I take the whole bottle and I splash it all over my chest

Some boys don't inspect their bodies

Some boys let them be

Some boys never exercise and some boys spread disease

Some boys never wash themselves

Their hair's filthy, their breath smells

Some boys never clean their teeth or change their underwear

I used to be like this - 'till one night when I met Chris

He gave me a bar of soap and showed me how to use it

1. I'm free to sing my song

I'm free to get it right or wrong

I'm free to stand and fight

I'm free to say its black or white

Singing a nowhere song

Sing it for [my] generation

Singing my heart out

Singing my guts out

Singing where I belong

2. I'm free to write on the wall

I'm free to try and sell my soul

I'm free to join a rock and roll band

I'm free to put my face in the sand

Singing a nowhere song

Sing it for [my] generation

Singing my heart out

Singing my guts out

Singing where I belong

Be free

Be strong

Know how to fight for what's wrong

Count it in

Sing it loud

You gotta get in to get out

Singing a nowhere song

Sing it for [my] generation

Singing my heart out

Singing my guts out

Singing where I belong

1. Teenaged, pulsated

S-so emancipated

Friends said be well-advised

She could eat us all alive

Six feet up when standing

Legs time abandoned

Keep us sleepless

As they bleed us

Had a dream and in that dream

I climbed that hill

And we got high upon my private till

Oh-oh it's my bills and she said

I only dance to get through

(You think that's funny?)

You think I'm breaking all the rules

Dancing myself through school

With your money

But I just dance to be like you

2. Stay charming, disarming

Put on that Mantovani

Some situations

Call for some imagination

My left arm's a bandit

I'm Nehru, call me Pandit

Or any other guy

If it makes my kit fly

Soaking dreams are all I bring you

(Bring you down)

Floating leaves on every sinew

As you shake my avenue, sing

So na na na na na ……

1. Crabalocker fish wife

Might as well be

Just a little bit of me - oh yeah

Cut it with a big knife

Make it kinda lean

Cos she wanna be a bean pole yeah

And you and I

Are we just like all the rest

Phil and Don, Jack and Sadie

Hugh and Di, Sue and

Everybody else

Pack your brains away

And run your wacky races

Ch: Bapbapdowap

Bapbaado what's your number?

Bapbapdoowap [yeah]

Bapbaa we're going under

Bapbapdowap [yeah yeah yeah]

Bapbaado wa wa wonder

Bapbaadowap wap dowadda

Bapbaadowap wap dowadda

Bapbaadowap wap dowadda

Bapbapbaadowap

2. Henry had a sixth wife

What do you believe

Was she really such a drag queen, yeah?

Chopped her with a big knife

She didn't want a haircut

It was kinda bad, mean, yeah

And you and I

Are we excommunicated

Are we damned into damnation?

Tell me why

If we can't see eye to eye

Can we roll away the stone

And take our places….

1. Put your money on the bay

Or your hair turning grey

But don't put money on me

To be the lights that shine

On your Christmas tree

I don't want clones

Or Jean Jaques Rousseau

Or all the messages

You leave in monotone, so

Ch Stop calling me, stop calling me

Please don't call me…..

2. Watch the armies of the road

Look for the hole inside the toad

Those dedicated followers don't care

Just so they've got

Mental pornography to share

Keep to your zone

And your grindstone

And get me close enough

So I don't need a megaphone

Break: Did you think I was prepaid?

Should I thank you for the day?

Well I might pray to Isis

If she'd demystify this

And make you realise

Today's not Christmas day, so

Please don't call…….

Hey, hey diddle dy day

Just making my hay

What price should I pay?