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(Words - Huntley/Davidson, Music - Huntley)


You should have been a ned
But you were born in ‘65
When the Specials had their moment
You and your thick pals said fine
We have more than snorting speed to do
We have a way of life
We are more than morons fighting
We are skins until we die
So!

Say something special to me ... Boy!
Say something special to me ... Girl!

You used to shave your head
But now a polish is fine
Without a doubt you were the lout
Of 1979
Waistband expands as hands
Still grab for lager drink it to the beat
Keep-keep-on-keeping on you fucker
Keep those boots upon your feet
So!

Say something special to me ... Boy!
Say something special to me ... Girl!

You’re the meanest little dickhead
On provincial street
But when a little boy had fallen down
You bought him a sweet
You love the Queen you loved her mother
Just like your own mum
You’re such a bloody moron
You’re just so fucking dumb
So!

Say something special to me ... Boy!
Say something special to me ... Girl!

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(Words - Chalmers, Music - Chalmers/Cooke)

I guess you probably think I’m mad
But maybe that is not so bad
If it isn’t meant to be
Who knows?
I can hardly get you outta my head
24/7 enough is said
Is this just a teenage crush
Who knows?

I guess I’ll really never know
It’s hanging fragile in the air
Can I ask? Should I dare?

I didn’t know you were so shy
But you kissed me twice – so why
Have you left me feeling this way?
I can hardly get you outta my head
24/7 enough is said
Is this just a teenage crush
Who knows?

I guess I’ll really never know
It’s hanging fragile in the air
Can I ask? Should I dare?

I guess you probably think I’m mad
But maybe that is not so bad
If it isn’t meant to be
Who knows?
I can hardly get you outta my head
24/7 enough is said
Is this just a teenage crush
Who knows?

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(Words - Chalmers, Music - Cooke/Chalmers)

When there’s nothing left to say
But thirty lines in thirty days
I never wanted it this way
Wish I could mend and put away

I know your name
Some things don’t change
But will I learn to forgive me?

There’s a season there’s a song
The spirit’s low the music’s gone
There may be reason but no rhyme
It fades away given its time

In the years I know your name
Some things don’t change
But will you learn to forgive me?

I know your name
Some things don’t change
But will I learn to forgive me?

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