Tekstovi: Blur. Parklife. Jubilee.

Jubilee slouches in the settee
He's losing all will to move
He gone divvy, too much telly
He watching twenty four hours of rubbish

He got butane he got plastic bags
His eyes are going square
(Oh yea)
He no loafer just anti-social
He no going to cut his hair

He dresses incorrectly
No one told him seventeen
(Ooh)
(He no mean enough)
He dresses incorrectly
No one told him seventeen
(Ooh)
(He no keen on being like anyone else)

Jubilee's dad Billy Banker
(Thinks his son's a slob)
He is a slob
Should get out more, stop scabbing
He really should go and get a job

He dresses incorrectly
No one told him seventeen
(He no mean enough)
He dresses incorrectly
No one told him where to go
(Ooh)
(But he just don't get out enough)

He dresses incorrectly
No one told him talk to girls
(But he's just too spotty)
He dresses incorrectly
No one told him seventeen
(Ooh)
(He no keen on being like anyone else)
(So he just plays on his computer game)

He dresses incorrectly
No one told him seventeen
(He no mean enough)
He dresses incorrectly
No one told him where to go
(Ooh)
(But he just don't get out enough)

He dresses incorrectly
No one told him talk to girls
(But he's just too spotty)
He dresses incorrectly
No one told him seventeen
(Ooh)
(He not keen on being like)
(Anyone he's not being like)
(Anyone Jubilee's not like)
(Anyone else)