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Intro: (2x)
Look at the kid from school
He s teaching mamas and papas how to be a little cool
He s changing fashion, the way he dress
The tracksuits are old, and the hoody s way too moody
For a kid with the will to funk
He dances in secret; he s a part-time punk
She s getting off the plane
She wants to write a thesis on the population underprivileged
The kids fighting up the lane
Shop lifting, just drifting
Like The Switchblade And The Cross
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 I m a layabout but laying on
The dock in the lazy sun
Will never quite relegate me to a bum
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
Solo:
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
I ll be excited for a week, but then excitement starts to fade
I know your young, but you re out of touch
You re French, your vocabulary s not quite formed
I left my homework in the launderette
I got a letter from my mamma which my stoopid dog has ate
I hid behind the fence
Here comes the deputy head with the bark of a bulldog
He s not making much sense
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