Look at the kid from school    He’s teaching mamas and papas how to be a little cool    He’s changing fashion, the way he dress    The tracksuits are old, and the hoody’s way too moody    For a kid with the will to funk    He dances in secret; he’s a part-time punk       She’s getting off the plane    She wants to write a thesis on the population underprivileged    The kids fighting up the lane    Shop lifting, just drifting    Like The Switchblade And The Cross    But if there’s trouble she’s got the moves    She’s taking an elementary class in Kung fu       I left my washing in the launderette    You can put some money on it, you can place a little bet    That when I see my washing    The black will be grey and the white will be grey    But the blues are still blue       I’m crying out for my mum    If the malady don’t go away we’re in a little trouble    With the boss of the company    I’m a singer, a swinger I’m a layabout but laying on    The dock in the lazy sun    Will never quite relegate me to a bum       I left my lady in the launderette    You can put some money on it, you can place a little bet    That when I see my lady    The black will be white and the white will be black    But The Blues Are Still Blue       Baby, I love your face    I’ve been creeping round this town because…    Well, creeping’s just my way    But with a little wink I’ll be there    I’ll be excited for a week, but then excitement starts to fade    I know your young, but you’re out of touch    You’re French, your vocabulary’s not quite formed       I left my homework in the launderette    I got a letter from my mamma which my stoopid dog has ate    I hid behind the fence    Here comes the deputy head with the bark of a bulldog    He’s not making much sense       I left my lady in the launderette    You can put some money on it, you can place a little bet    That when I see my lady    The black will be white and the white will be black    But the blues are still blue…