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They think they're fucking smart today Actually they don't have a thing to say Cause everyone stands around like they got no brain To look the part they think it's smart Well it's in to be a rude boy clone If you don't want to sleep alone Well who knows what the look will be next month I guess just London, England knows And they're all thoughtless parasites Nineteen-eighty punk disco-ites They were all dead when they were born And they're all thoughtless parasites Nineteen-eighty punk disco-ites They were all dead when they were born They're seen on Granville Street each day The Le Chateau has the clothes for which they pray They walk the streets, like they're really tough They think they're in, they think they're punks But they're all thoughtless parasites Nineteen-eighty punk disco-ites They were all dead when they were born Songtexte And they're all thoughtless parasites Nineteen eighty punk discoites They were all dead then they were born In this fashion craze They think they're fucking smart today Actually they don't have a thing to say Cause everyone stands around like they got no brain To look the part they think it's smart And they're all thoughtless parasites Nineteen-eighty punk disco-ites They were all dead when they were born And they're all thoughtless parasites Nineteen-eighty punk disco-ites They were all dead when they were born Dead at birth Aus Songtexte Mania