Anthony, bullied at school Get your own back, now you are cool Or are you scared? Bunking off though you're a toff It's all gone wrong again, you've got double maths But the teacher's got no control The boys will run riot, you will stay quiet Or you will die Tony at the back of the gym Smoke another one, your chances are slim 'Cos here they come again And they got you on the ground Tasting blood again, at least it's your own When will you realise it doesn't pay To be smarter than teachers Smarter than most boys? So shut your mouth, start kicking the football Bang on the teeth, you're off for a week boy You may as well take it in the guts - it can't get worse Just take it in the guts - it can't get worse that this 'Cause you'll soon be old enough to leave them And without a notion of a care You'll lift two fingers in the air to linger there Tony, you're a bit of a mess Melted Toblerone under your dress If the kids could see you they would pass you right by Blue mascara running over your eye When will you realise it doesn't pay To be smarter than teachers Smarter than most boys? Shut your mouth, start kicking the football Bang on the teeth, you're off for a week boy (Anthony, it could be worse...) They call you Lord Anthony But hey - it could be worse than Lord Anthony, but hey - it could be worse Lord Anthony, but hey - it kind of suits you anyway You'll soon be old enough to leave them Without a notion of a care You'll lift two fingers in the air to linger there