You've done too much, much too young
You're married with a kid when you could be having fun with me
You've done too much, much too young
Now you're married with a son when you should be having fun with me
Ain't he cute, no he ain't
He's just another burden on the welfare state
You've done too much, much too young
You're married with a kid when you could be having fun with me
Call me immature, call me a poseur
I'll spread manure in your bed of roses
Don't we wanna be rich, don't we wanna be famous
But I'd really hate to have the same name as you
You've done too much, much too young
You're married with a kid when you could be having fun with me
You done too much much too young
Now you're chained to the cooker making currant buns for tea
Ain't you heard of the starving millions?
Ain't you heard of contraception?
Do you really wanna go with the sterilization?
Take control of the population boom
It's in your living room
Keep a generation gap
Try wearing a cap
- The Specials
Originally posted by darvlayMore of a "Ghost Town" fan myself
You've done too much, much too young
You're married with a kid when you could be having fun with me
You've done too much, much too young
Now you're married with a son when you should be having fun with me
Ain't he cute, no he ain't
He's just another burden on the welfare state
You've done too much, much too young
You're married with a kid when you ...[text shortened]... your living room
Keep a generation gap
Try wearing a cap
- The Specials
"The Guns of Brixton"
-the Clash
When they kick out your front door
How you gonna come?
With your hands on your head
Or on the trigger of your gun
When the law break in
How you gonna go?
Shot down on the pavement
Or waiting in death row
You can crush us
You can bruise us
But you'll have to answer to
Oh, Guns of Brixton