It Is funny what they say,   I'm laughing all the way to the grave.   Oh life is such a joke,   No punch lines in the throat      These barely eating, panic stricken kids of only 17.   They don't know what you mean,   But they love the London scene,   They love the London scene,      And they can sing their Cobain blues and click their red as velvet shoes,   No Doherty em up,   Cause they don't give a fuck!      LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LAAAAA   We love our rock and roll,   The gypsy rags and mindless goals,   LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LAAAAA      We come from Dover,   Up in Kent,   We come from Brighton, bust and bent      Who's been woken like the blues,   We wanna fight,   We wanna loose,   And oh the Uni Libertine,   That piece of paper of your dreams,   Cause they're right your writing shit,   And I'm fucking sick of this!      LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LAAAAA   We love our rock and roll,   The gypsy rags and mindless goals,   LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LAAAAA   HA HA HA   LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LAAAAA   We love our rock and roll,   The gypsy rags and mindless goals,   LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LAAAAA   HA HA HA