Scary people everywhere The conformist to the wild A motley crew I bring to you Through the eyes of a seventies child When folk were dressed in their Sunday best Kids playing in the street Step out of line, have yer collar felt By the copper on the beat Punk rockers with their Mohawks The skinheads and the Mods On London’s streets they strut along Acting like they’re gods Scary people everywhere The conformist to the wild A motley crew I bring to you Through the eyes of a seventies child Posh voices coming through the box Everybody sounds the same Speak like us, be one of us Play the superiority game Don’t speak unless you’re spoken to So never say a word With their horn-rimmed stare, no comfort there Be seen but not be heard Scary people everywhere The conformist to the wild A motley crew I bring to you Through the eyes of a seventies child Respect your elders so we’re told Is the order of these days Respect for you means none for me It doesn’t work both ways Do as I say not as I do The mantra of the bad Hypocrites aplenty Enough to drive you mad Scary people everywhere The conformist to the wild A motley crew I bring to you Through the eyes of a seventies child Scary people everywhere The conformist to the wild A motley crew I bring to you Through the eyes of a seventies child Through the eyes of a seventies child Through the eyes of a seventies child
