Urthboy - Knee Length Socks lyrics

Rushing out of Kings Cross
Station spill into the
Glow of Darlinghurst Road underneath
The Coke sign
Hidden in the hip folk, bright red and white
Lights and the bouncers inviting
Me to strip shows
I was seventeen with a face of fifteen
Carried my skateboard with me
Through the slipstream
You could be the king of
The Cross or just sightseeing
Or take flight from the limelight like me
My brother ran a nightclub playing Britpop
In a club called Les Girls
Once upon a time it was owned by Abe Saffron
Long way from Oasis to the underworld
He would sneak me in before
10 when the doors opened
And the dancefloor dark and scarce
And the bartender knew I wasn't legal
Both of us pretended that
The other wasn't there i was about to learn

There girls in knee length socks
Did not dance like I did, I
Did not dance Indie kid, they
Did not dance like me
In Fred Perry shirts, these guys
Did not dance like I did, I
Did not dance Britpop kid, they
Did not dance like me
So whatcha whatcha want?

By 12 with the party proper kicking
Room full of Albarns, Cockers and Frischmanns
A couple Ian Browns and they're
Dancing to The Smiths and there I am in the
Middle of the dancefloor pissed
I was showing of my Running Man
Shake it like Q Tip
Bonita Applebum clip like I was
On some new shit
Proper etiquette: hide it, shield it
But Screamadelica had Don't Fight It, Feel It
Indie girls danced like perky little penguins
There She Goes I fell in love
But afraid to befriend 'em
I wish I could've told her that I loved Suede
Or the way she swung her hands
By her sides like rotorblades
Could've put a British accent on
Pashed her in the chorus of a catchy song
(yep) with the charm of a trashy Pom like
"'allo love, wanna snog?"

There girls in knee length socks
Did not dance like I did, I
Did not dance Indie kid, they
Did not dance like me
In Fred Perry shirts, these guys
Did not dance like I did, I
Did not dance Britpop kid, they
Did not dance like me
So whatcha whatcha want?

Grabbed my skateboard from the cloakroom
Found Kings Cross with her legs wide open
What kind of trouble could a
Kid get his nose in
When the best of the seediest
Part of Sydney blows in?
I was never caught by the fuzz while
I was still on the buzz
A bit before I dabbled with drugs
Pills, Thrills, Bellyaches, E's and Whiz
Whatever it takes to medicate please, a swig
I did a bit I admit I was not innocent
I didn't fit in but I felt magnificent
Banging through my eardrums differently
Like I got a new set of antennas
For them bitches to listen with
I look back realise what it meant to me
Why I wrote hooks and melodies
I'm part of their legacy
But, I never did get her next to me
I guess that was for the best Goddamn

There girls in knee length socks
Did not dance like I did, I
Did not dance Indie kid, they
Did not dance like me
In Fred Perry shirts, these guys
Did not dance like I did, I
Did not dance Britpop kid, they
Did not dance like me
So whatcha whatcha want?