Слова песни Jubilee Blur

Jubilee slouches in the settee,
He's losing all will to move,
He gone divvy, too much telly,
He watching 24 hours of rubbish.
He got butane,
He got plastic bags,
His eyes are going square, oh yeah,
He no raver,
Just anti-social,
He not going to cut his hair!

He dresses incorrectly,
No one told him at seventeen,
He not mean enough!
He dresses incorrectly,
No one told him at seventeen,
He not keen on being like anyone else...

Jubilee's dad, Billy banker,
Thinks his son's a slob,
Should get out more,
Stop scabbing,
He really should go and get a job...

He dresses incorrectly
No one told him at seventeen,
He not mean enough!
He dresses incorrectly,
No one told him where to go,
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 at seventeen,
He not keen on being like anyone else,
So he just plays
On his computer games.

He not keen on being like anyone,
He's not being like anyone,
Jubilee's not like anyone else...