Tekster: Bromheads Jacket. Other. Sri's And Big Bore 4's.

Cos my mate's were all Gary Boys yeah,
Talking like geezers with too much gel in their hair,
What you wearing on your feet there son?
Is that Reebok or Nike?
No, it's Mark & Spencers bought by my mum.
Cos I was always the ugliest one of the bunch sitting in the dining hall with double chips and beans for our lunch,
watching all the pretty young things go by,
with their pikey gold jewellery and their skirts rolled up way too high.

Things don't change, no things don't change

Cos there was this one pretty leader boy, they called him the king
His name was Michael Jansen and he thought was in
with his Nike Air Max and his Brylcream wax
His parents really loved him
But one day Mikey boy went too far,
He popped too many pills and took himself down to the pizza bar,
Hit the boy behind the counter with a stick,
Next thing he knew it was 18 months, in the nick

Things don't change, no things don't change
Oh this town is still the same
Cos these Gary Boys yeah, really love their SRIs, and really think they're something else

Cos now times have changed and we've all come along,
but no these Gary Boys they can't move on
Cos we've all left the White Lightening on the green,
And doing things in ditches that we probably shouldn't have been
But when we come home to visit the boys are still in town,
sit with their mums on a Sunday morning in their dressing gowns

Things don't change, no things don't change
Cos oh this town is still the same
Cos these Gary Boys yeah, really love their Big Bore 4s, and really think they're something else