ROBBIE WILLIAMS – THE 90’S LYRICS

Picking up the story from where I left off

It’s 1990 now, so school can fuck off

I got no GCSE’s, nothing higher than a ‘D’

I couldn’t tell my mum because she’d batter me

Me and Tate sat on the bowling green, life is a shitter

We had five quid between us and bought six cans of bitter

I took me ten Benson home and I smoked through the sorrow

If I could just avoid me Mum, maybe I’d tell her tomorrow

I stumbled through the door, I said, “Mum, it’s like this”

She said, ‽That man’s been on the phone and you’ve made the list

You’re in that boy band, son, come and give us a kiss”

Phoned up Martin and Rich and carried on getting pissed

Boys, I don’t believe it, I’m goin’ to be famous

Pick you up in a Porsche and buy you lots of trainers

I met the other guys, one seemed like a cock

I think it’s going to be like ‘New kids on the block’

I can’t be bothered ’cause I’m lazy

(I only wanted to get down)

I hate those that hate me

I can’t forgive and it’s crazy, baby

Now I’m a video star

(I’m making trouble in this town)

Do you know who you are, baby?

(For the five of us)

I adopted four brothers, some I liked more than others

One was like a brother from another mother

But the lead singer made it hard to like him

And I still loved him, despite him

The first three months, you know I nearly quit

I played snooker with my Dad, he said, ‽Don’t be a dick

Unload the bullets, you’re mind is a gun

You’re gonna shoot yourself when they’re number one”

I can’t be bothered ’cause I’m lazy

(I only wanted to get down)

I hate those that hate me

I can’t forgive and it’s crazy, baby

Now I’m a video star

(I’m making trouble in this town)

Do you know who you are, baby?

(For the five of us)

Now it’s dinner with Versace lunch with Princess Diana

And I’m gonna get battered if I go out in my manor

‘Cause as much as we were loved we were also hated

The boys got jealous ’cause the girls got plated

And now we’re famous and that, and we’re dancing and that

And I’m thinking I can sing, why am I stood at the back

So fuck the band, give me Sambuka and gak

Now we’re all a bag of nerves and not a band of brothers

I can’t be bothered ’cause I’m lazy

(I only wanted to get down)

I hate those that hate me

I can’t forgive and it’s crazy, baby

Now I’m a video star

(I’m making trouble in this town)

Do you know who you are, baby?

(For the five of us)

And now it’s breaking my heart because the dream’s turned to shit

It ain’t broke but I’ll break it in a little bit

And I’m always in trouble but I’ve stopped saying sorry

Everybody’s worried, ‽What the fuck’s wrong with Robbie”

“He not answering his phone, he’s not talking to me

I saw him on the telly at Glastonbury”

And now I’m running away from everything that I’ve been

And I’m pissed and I’m fucked, and I’m only nineteen

I can’t conform no more, I can’t perform no more

But the boys know I’m fucked and so they show me the door

And if the truth be told I wasn’t fit enough to stay

So I put my head down and walked away

That was the 90’s, 90 to 95

I can’t be bothered ’cause I’m lazy

(I only wanted to get down)

I hate those that hate me

I can’t forgive and it’s crazy, baby

Now I’m a video star

(I’m making trouble in this town)

Do you know who you are, baby?

(For the five of us)