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Well look at the kid from school He's teaching mamas and papas how to be a little cool He's changing fashionâthe way he dress Attracted to old, and the hoodies wear the money For the kid with the will to funk He dances in secret, he's a part-time punk Now she's getting off the plane She wants to write a thesis on the population underprivileged The kids fighting up the lane Sharp lifting, just drifting like the switchblade on the grass But if there's trouble she's got the moves She's taking an elementary class in kung fu I left my washing in the launderette You can put some money on it You can place a little bet That when I see my washing The black will be grey And the white will be grey But the blues are still blue I'm crying out for my mum If the malady don't go away we're in a little trouble With the boss of the company I'm a singer, a swinger Letras de cancionesI'm a layabout, but laying on the dock in the lazy sun Will never quite relegate me to the bum Chorus: I left my lady in the launderette You can put some money on it You can place a little bet That when I see my lady The black will be white And the white will be black But the blues are still blue Oh baby, I love your face (baby I love your face) I've been creeping 'round this town because, well, creeping's just my way But with a little wink I'll be there (little wink I'll be there) I'll be excited for a week but then excitement starts to fade I know you're young but you're out of touch Your friendship vocabulary's not quite full I left my homework in the launderette I got a letter from my mama Which my stupid dog has ate I hid behind the fence Because the deputy head with the bark of a bulldog He's not making much sense Chorus (x2) From Letras Mania