Jubilee slouches in the settee
He losing all will to move
He gone divy too much telly
He watching 24 hours of rubbish
He got butane, he got plastic bags
His eyes are going square, oh yeah
He no raver, just anti-social
He no going to cut his hair
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He dresses incorrectly, no one told him
seventeen
He not mean enough
He dresses incorrectly, no one told him
seventeen.
He no keen on being like anyone else
Jubilee's dad, Billy Banker
Thinks his son's a slob
He should get out more, stop scabbing
He really should go and get a job
chorus (x2)
He not keen on being like anyone else
So he just plays on his computer games
chorus
He not keen on being like anyone he not
being like anyone jubilee’s not like
anyone else