Lyrics:
I want a house with a pool
Shorter hours in school
And a room with my own private phone
I wanna stay up all night
See the big city lights
No
Here we go, we gon' send this one out to the old school
All these motherfuckers in the Bronx and Brooklyn
And Staten Island, Queens, and all
I want a house with a pool
Shorter hours in school
And a room with my own private phone
I wanna stay up all night
See the big city lights
No
There she goes speculating on someone
For her private school
There he is her next suga daddy - o
Her designated fool
She's a teacher
Ooh who's that sneaking down the hall?
What's that shadow on the wall?
Half a ton of trouble to mess around with
Armed with rubber bands His
School
You'd got a leaning tower of pint pots in your hand
You can carry much more than I can
And a wicked gale came howling up
Through Sheffield City
She's been dazed
And induced
Wants a part time God for her private use
But she won't take a stand
Cause she might get tagged as a closet Jesus
You'd got a leaning tower of pint pots in your hand
You can carry much more than I can
And a wicked gale came howling up
Through Sheffield City
boulevard
That's where he got his start
Eighteen years of summer camp
And private schools
All american golden boy
With a silver spoon
His future held
I want a house with a pool
Shorter hours in school
And a room with my own private phone
I wanna stay up all night
See the big city lights
No
Break it down (Oh)
I don't want nobody else to hear the sounds
This love is a private affair
Interrupt the flow, they better not dare
We gotta
West St
All the bars christ only knows there was enough of them
I learnt to swim at Glossop Road baths when I was still at the junior school
And every
Blame it on the bikinis, party girls, and martinis and the sunshine
Private school daughters that never go underwater keeping their hair just right
I
Yeah
Young swinger
Baklava
Young Gary Sheffield
Queens shit
Flushing to be exact
Uh
Young captain
Young everything
It's me bitch
Ah, yeah
Feelin' like a cool kid, cool kid
Bringing lunch to school kid, cool kid
I wanna be me when I grow up
Photographs on the runway
High heels in
Be cruel to your school
'cause you may never get another
Be cruel to your school
In the name of rock and roll
Be cruel to your school
Just like
always together
Then we grew up and time went on
We became separated
When I went off to school
My sweet Toby waited
I went off to school
My sweet Toby
holdin' on
Aren't we?
No, they don't teach you this in school
Now my heart's breakin' and I don't know what to do
Thought we were goin' strong, thought
Here we go we gonna send this
One out to the old school
All these motherfuckers in the
Bronx, and Brooklyn, and Staten Island
Queens, and all
Just to show you I can be twice as cool, baby
If you want to learn how to love me
I'll teach you in my own private school
'Cause my love love
Just to show you I can be twice as cool, baby
If you want to learn how to love me
I'll teach you in my own private school
'Cause my love love
the patient millions
Who put them into power
Expect a little more back for their taxes
Like school books, beds in hospitals
And peace in our bloody time
a deer in the headlights
She was blind to the street life
She don't know what the world like
Guess they don't teach you
Much in private school private
crack shit, click clack shit
But they never sold coke crack or click clack shit
That's why I'm laughing to the bang, ha-ha bitch
Private jets, I'm
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