Jubilee slouches in his settee
He's losing all will to move
He got dippy, too much telly
He watching 24 hours of rubbish
He got butane, he got plastic bags
His eyes are going square, oh, yeah
He's no raver, just anti-social
He not going to cut his hair
He dresses incorrectly
No one told him (seventeen)
He not mean enough
He dresses incorrectly
No one told him (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 (seventeen)
He's not mean enough
He dresses incorrectly
No one told him (where to go)
He just don't get out enough
He dresses incorrectly
No one told him (talk to girl)
He's just too spotty
He dresses incorrectly
No one told him (seventeen)
He not keen on being like
Anyone else
So he plays on his computer game
He dresses incorrectly
No one told him (seventeen)
He's not mean enough
He dresses incorrectly
No one told him (where to go)
He just don't get out enough
He dresses incorrectly
No one told him (talk to girls)
He's just too spotty
He dresses incorrectly
No one told him (seventeen)
He's not keen on being like anyone
He's not being like anyone
Jubilee is not like
Anyone else
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