Knee Length Socks

[Verse 1] Rushing out of Kings Cross Station spill into the Glow of Darlinghurst Road underneath the Coke sign Hidden in the hip folk, bright red and white Lights and the bouncers inviting me to strip shows I was seventeen with a face of fifteen Carried my skateboard with me through the slipstream You could be the king of the Cross or just sightseeing Or take flight from the limelight like me My brother ran a nightclub playing Britpop In a club called Les Girls Once upon a time it was owned by Abe Saffron Long way from Oasis to the underworld He would sneak me in before 10 when the doors opened And the dancefloor dark and scarce And the bartender knew I wasn't legal Both of us pretended that the other wasn't there I was about to learn [Hook] There girls in knee length socks Did not dance like I did, I Did not dance Indie kid, they Did not dance like me In Fred Perry shirts, these guys Did not dance like I did, I Did not dance Britpop kid, they Did not dance like me So whatcha whatcha want? [Verse 2] By 12 with the party proper kicking Room full of Albarns, Cockers and Frischmanns A couple Ian Browns and they're dancing to The Smiths And there I am in the middle of the dancefloor pissed I was showing of my Running Man, shake it like Q-Tip Bonita Applebum clip like I was on some new shit Proper etiquette: hide it, shield it But Screamadelica had Don't Fight It, Feel It Indie girls danced like perky little penguins There She Goes I fell in love but afraid to befriend 'em I wish I could've told her that I loved Suede Or the way she swung her hands by her sides like rotorblades Could've put a British accent on Pashed her in the chorus of a catchy song (yep) With the charm of a trashy Pom like "'allo love, wanna snog?" [Hook] There girls in knee length socks Did not dance like I did, I Did not dance Indie kid, they Did not dance like me In Fred Perry shirts, these guys Did not dance like I did, I Did not dance Britpop kid, they Did not dance like me So whatcha whatcha want? [Verse 3] Grabbed my skateboard from the cloakroom Found Kings Cross with her legs wide open What kind of trouble could a kid get his nose in When the best of the seediest part of Sydney blows in? I was never caught by the fuzz while I was still on the buzz A bit before I dabbled with drugs Pills, Thrills, Bellyaches, E's and Whiz Whatever it takes to medicate please a swig I did a bit I admit I was not innocent I didn't fit in but I felt magnificent Banging through my eardrums differently Like I got a new set of antennas for them bitches to listen with I look back realise what it meant to me Why I wrote hooks and melodies I'm part of their legacy But I never did get her next to me I guess that was for the best Goddamn [Hook] There girls in knee length socks Did not dance like I did, I Did not dance Indie kid, they Did not dance like me In Fred Perry shirts, these guys Did not dance like I did, I Did not dance Britpop kid, they Did not dance like me So whatcha whatcha want?