Too Cool for School (Explicit)

A' in Economics, first class Arts degree

Daddy's in the army with a passion for G and T

She moves like an actress from a 1950s play

Got cheekbones you could die for an unsettling and androgynous display

She got game, she got game, she got game

I could hardly believe my luck, she called, she called

She called me up and screamed my name, she said

I'm in the money and about to go fucking insane

Sensitive souls listen out to her command

Down in the suburbs they are starting up a new-wave band

She makes the rules, she names her price

You know it when you sign up, don't act so surprised

We got the keys

We got the drums

And we've got a bass

I'll be playing in a minute, can it be so hard?

That's my tele in the back of the car

And I'm looking like a superstar

So get out of my way!

We're too cool for school

Too cool for you

Now you can't fight this

There's no way it ends

We're coming for you, your kids, yeah, and all your friends

We're too cool for school

Too cool for you

We got the keys

We got the drums

And we've got a bass

We've got a bass