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. And the teacher’s got no control so. 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 that it never pays. 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. You may as well take it in the guts - it can’t get worse. Take it in the guts - it can’t get worse that this. 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. And if the boys could see you they would pass you right bye. Blue mascara running over your eye. When will you realise that it never pays. 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. They call you Lord Anthony. But hey - it could be worse than. Lord Anthony but hey - it could be worse than. Lord Anthony but hey - it kind of suits you anyway. 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.