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When I'm walking down the street,
It's always you I seem to meet,
Long hair down and sneakers on your feet.
And write your letters to the Evening News
I clench my fist and sing this tune:
I said Hey student, hey student, hey student,
You're gonna get it through the head,
I said Hey student, hey student, hey student,
You're gonna get it through the head, I said...
When walking to work,
It's always you I seem to meet
Henna in your hair, standing in the heat
As you serve us in [motor bows] a book kid
I clench my hand before I flip my lid.
When walking down the street,
It's always you I seem to meet,
Long hair down and sneakers on your feet.
As you listen to Pearl Jam in your room.
I'm thinking like that when I sing this song:
When walking down the street,
It's always you I seem to meet,
Long hair down and sneakers on your feet.
As you stare in your room at Shaun Ryder's face
Down long long long long days
The dead brains of class A-D
Born to live in Leigh-on-Sea
Twin swastikas, court, swimming pool
I'm thinking like this when I sing this tune:
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