Picking up the story from where I left off, it´s 1990 now so school can fuck off
I got no GCSEs, nothing higher than a D,
I couldn´t tell me mum because she´d batter me
Me and?? sat on the bowling green, life is a shitter
We had five quid between us, bought us 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´ll tell her tomorrow
I stumbled through the door and 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 giz a kiss!"
Phoned up Martin and Rich and carried on getting pissed
"Boys I don´t believe it, I´m gonna 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 gonna be like New Kids on The Block

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I cant be bothered, cause I´m lazy
I hate those that hate me
I cant forgive and it´s crazy, baby
Now I´m a video star
Do you know who you are, baby?

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 me dad he said "Don´t be a dick!
Unload the bullets, your mind is a gun,
You´re gonna shoot yourself when they´re number one!"

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Now it´s dinner with Versace, lunch with Princess Diana
And I´m gonna get battered if I go out with??
Because as much as we were loved we were also hated
The boys got jealous cause the girls got??
Now we´re famous and that, and we´re dancing and that
And I´m thinking "I can´t see! Why am I stood at the back?"
So fuck the band give me some??
So now we´re all a bag of nerves and not a band of brothers

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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´s 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 perform no more, I can´t perform no more
But the boys know I´m fucked and so they show me the door
And if truth be told I wasn´t fit enough to stay
So I put me head down and walked away.

That was the 90s; 90 to 95

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