that boys a hoxton hero,
skinny fit jeans and dressed in pink,
how he dresses i care zero,
as long as he don’t steal my drink.
that girls an indie cindy,
lego haircut and polka-dot dress,
i don’t care if she thinks she’s indie,
how she’s different is anyones guess.
you’ve got you skin tights, colours on the floor,
with all your white lines, every sl-t and wh-r-,
all the band boys in your specs and sneakers,
we got your back, now its time to blow the speaker,
i went to a rave and it got real moody,
how can a screwface have a good time?
was he deprived of his mothers b–bie?
i doubt he’s lived a life of grime,
i went to a gig but n-body danced,
everybody was far too cool,
all the kiddies they just stood there,
is it the same at their public school?
i stay hard like metal,
you could never merk me,
dirty like skettle,
i kill germs like dettol,
but i will never settle.
i’m an indie limey,
yeah but i like it grimey,
and i rave with a grin,
i’m not too cool for the next big thing,
i dont wanna f–k about,
i wanna good time and thats why i’m out,
and you look silly,
when you put on your best mysp-ce pout