My dad used to say br Back in my distant day, br When we were teenagers br We were being trained to kill br Foreign evil strangers. br br Nowadays young boys br With all their electronic toys, br Speak like they have no tounge, br Whilst wearing their trousers br Half way down there bum. br br Standing on street corners br Flooding the floor with their spit. br Walking like drunk monkeys, br Down streets half lit. br br Back in my day, boys became men br Within the blink of an eye. br Ask a boy nowadays to spend br A night in a freezing field, br They would probably cry- br Call there mummy on their mobile phone, br Pleading please 'bitch' come take me home.