Mhm, hey
Mhm, hey
Mhm, hey
Mhm
Mhm, hey
Mhm, hey
Mhm, hey
Mhm

Thatcher was in power
Times were tight and sour
The letter A was sprayed in a circle everywhere (ooh)

And everybody's head was gettin' shaved or spiked
My sister stitched her flares and made 'em into drainpipes
She was into Adam Ant and Wuthering Heights
I was getting into Madness and grifter bikes

Mom had to work late, I had no complaints
Used to get away with murder when Grandad babysat us
Used to play fox and hound 'til the sun came down
Singin' Lip Up Fatty, running wild through the ghost town

And all I wanted was Doc boots and braces
My ear pierced, "So, mum, what's a racist?"
She didn't explain that we weren't quite Caucasian
And we conceive black children on some future occasion
And she'd keep that shtum
All my friends are gettin' brainwashed
Nf and swastikas they're scratchin' on the desktops

Mhm, hey
Mhm, hey
Mhm, hey
Mhm

Riots and violence on the TV
Broken down on Newsround while eatin' Toast Toppers
Watchin' coppers get beat down
Church discos and trips with the play scheme
Dancin' to ska, kissing the girl of my dreams
My tenth birthday and those two-tones stay pressed
Money in my card I bought One Step Beyond, yes
Lent it to a friend, never got it back
"Dear Jim could you fix it for me?"
Remember that?

Just a 70s baby, early 80s child
Reminiscin' 'bout the days in the brick backyard
Just a 70s baby, early 80s child
Reminscin' 'bout the days and you think times are hard

Mhm, hey
Mhm, hey
Mhm, hey
Mhm

Oh, let me tell you now, woo, oh, a wicked witch was in power
And oh, my god she did devour
Cast a spell called depression made a living hell
Turned man against man forgot the boys and girls
We had no future, home computer
Had to make do with what we had
Knock-a-door-run and the hand-me-down gowns
Current beat, upbeat, Cracker Jack of Underground
Synthpop, Muppet Show, electro on the radio
Mum, turn it up, it's a new thing, yeah

Now all I want is high tech's with fat basses
Got the next best friend started scratchin' and breakin'
Snatch your racks and battery by the stack to keep the boom box from going flat
Didn't cope and went in over the store with a performance kid
This place has never been so packed
Street light for a spot light, cardboard box for a stage
And if you had a score to settle you resolved it with your breakin'
Not like now they're using guns and bats
Robbin' old folk, we don't need no more of that

Just a 70s baby, early 80s child
Reminiscin' 'bout the days in the brick backyard
Just a 70s baby, early 80s child
Reminscin' 'bout the days and you think times are hard

Mhm, hey
Just a 70s baby, early 80s child
Reminiscin' 'bout the days in the brick backyard
Just a 70s baby, early 80s child
Reminscin' 'bout the days and you think times are hard
Mhm, hey
Mhm, hey
Mhm, hey
Mhm

Every brick and every stone thrown
Was for you and me
They stood firm
Truly revolutionary
Gave back as good as what they got
Every brick and every stone thrown
Was for you and me
They stood firm
Truly revolutionary
Gave back as good as what they got

Ooh, hoo
Ooh ooh, hoo
Ooh, hoo
Ooh ooh, hoo
Ooh, hoo
Ooh ooh, hoo
Ooh, hoo
Ooh ooh, hoo
Ooh, hoo
Ooh ooh, hoo

Copyright: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Writer(s): George Evelyn, Leigh Kenny