"Shall I keep rolling?"

Well oh they might wear classic Reeboks

Or knackered Converse

Or tracky bottoms tucked in socks

But all of that's what the point is not

The point's that there ain't no romance around there

And there's the truth that they can't see

They'd probably like to throw a punch at me

And if you could only see them, then you would agree

Agree that there ain't no romance around there

You know, oh, it's a funny thing, you know?

We'll tell them if you like

We'll tell them all tonight

They'll never listen

Because their minds are made up

And course it's all OK to carry on that way

'Cause over there there's broken bones

There's only music, so that there's new ringtones

And it don't take no Sherlock Holmes

To see it's a little different around here

Don't get me wrong though there's boys in bands

And kids who like to scrap with pool cues in their hands

And just 'cause he's had a couple of cans

He thinks it's alright to act like a dickhead

Don't you know, oh it's a funny thing you know

We'll tell them if you like

We'll tell them all tonight

They'll never listen

Because their minds are made up

And course is all OK to carry on that way

But I said no, oh no!

Well, you won't get me to go

Not anywhere, not anywhere

No, I won't go, oh no, no

But over there there's friends of mine

What can I say, I've known them for a long long time

And they might overstep the line

But you just cannot get angry in the same way

No, not in the same way

Said, not in the same way

Oh no, oh no, no!