Tekster: Kaiser Chiefs. Yours Truly, Angry Mob. High Royds.

I remember nights out when we were young
They weren't very good they were rubbish
Running round Highroyds isn't fun
Just teenagers testing their courage

Hanging outside nightclubs in the snow
Not very cool or impressive
They let in all the girls from the year below
No need for ID's with those dresses

Got news from afar
From a girl who knows who we are
Still got my dinner money
She can keep it

Never had a fight that we haven't lost
Not very tough or athletic
Once I had a boxing champ in a headlock
When he gets out I'll regret it

Got keys to a car
Picked up a girl from Boston Spa
Fast food and cinema
It's not worth it

Got word from down south
He'd heard about us word of mouth
We haven't much stayed in touch
Since Highroyds

Let it go, let it go
Cos no ones gonna tell you but a friend
He's gone and he is gone and everybody went along
And nobody was left here in the end

Got news from Uncle Hew
Through a second cousin ??
Too late there's a housing estate
It's called Highroyds

Got a text from an ex
She wants to know when we're in London next
Will you write a song about me
I don't think so