I remember nights when we were young They weren't very good they were rubbish Running round High Royds isn't fun Just teenagers testing their courage
Standing outside nightclubs in the snow Is not very cool or impressive They let in all the girls from the year below No need for I.D's with those dresses
Got news from afar From a girl who knows who we are She's still got my dinner money She can keep it
Never had a fight that we haven't lost We're not very tough or athletic Once I had a boxing champ in a headlock And when he gets out I'll regret it
Got keys to a car Picked up a girl from Boston Spa For fast food and the cinema It's not worth it
Got word from down south Well he had heard about it word of mouth Haven't much stayed in touch Since High Royds
Let it go and let it go And if I'm wrong then I won't know 'Cause no one's gonna tell me but a friend But he has gone and Ian's gone And everybody went along And nobody was left here in the end
Got news from uncle Hugh Through a second cousin once removed It's too late there's a housing estate It's called High Royds
Got a text from an ex She wants to know when we're in London next "And will you write a song about me?" I don't think so
Compositores: Andrew Robert White (Andrew White) (PRS), Charles Richard Wilson (Ricky Wilson) (PRS), James Simon Rix (PRS), Nicholas James David Hodgson (PRS), Nicholas Matthew Baines (PRS)Editor: Rondor Music Ltd (PRS)Publicado em 2007ECAD verificado obra #1992176 e fonograma #1932763 em 23/Abr/2024