Urthboy - Knee Length Socks Lyrics
(Check it out now)Rushing out of Kings Cross stationSpilling to the glow of Darlinghurst RoadUnderneath the Coke sign(?)Hidden in the hip-folkRight rhythm, white lights and the bouncers inviting me to strip showsI was 17 with the face of 15Carried my skateboard with me to the slipstreamYou could be the king of the Cross or just sightseeingOr take flight from the lime light like meMy brother ran a nightclub playing Hip-hopIn a club called Late GirlsOnce upon a time it was owned by Abe SaffronLong way from Oasis to the underworldHe would sneak me in before ten when the doors openOn the dance-floor dark and scaredAnd the bartender knew I wasn’t legalBut was pretending I wasn’t thereI was about to learnThese girls in knee length socks did not dance like I didDid not dance indie, kidDid not dance like meIn Fred Berry shirts these guys did not dance like I didDid not dance Brit-pop, kid(Check this out)Did not dance like meWhat ya, what ya, what ya want?By 12 with the party proper kickin’Room full of Alvins, *****ers and Frenchman(?)‘Couple Liam Browns and they’re dancing to The SmithsAnd there I am in the middle of the dance floor pissedShowing off my running manShake it like Q-tipAnd even apple-bottomLike I was on some new shitProper etiquetteHide it, shield itBut scream indelicate(?)Don’t fight it, feel itIndie girls dance like quirky little penguinsThere she goes, fell in love and afraid to befriend himI wish she could’ve told him that love swayedOr the way she swung her hands by her sides like rollerbladesCould’ve put a British accent onPashed her in the chorus of a catchy song, yeahWith the charm of a trashy Pom,I’m like: ‘Hello love wanna snog?’These girls in knee length socks did not dance like I didDid not dance indie, kidDid not dance like meIn Fred Berry shirts these guys did not dance like I didDid not dance Brit-pop, kidDid not dance like meSo what ya, what ya, what ya want?Grab my skateboard from the cloak roomFound Kings Cross with her legs wide openWhat kind of trouble could a kid get his nose inWhen the best of the * is * as part of Sydney blows inI was never caught by the ‘fuzz’When I was on a buzzA bit before I dabbled with drugsPills, thrills, belly aches, * and *Whatever it takes to medicate, please this week, uhI did a bit I admit I wasn’t not innocentI didn’t fit in but I felt magnificentBanging in my eardrums differentlyLike I got a new set of antennas for me there just to listen(?)I look back, realise what it meant to meWhy I write hooks and melodiesI’m part of their legacy, but I never did get her next to meI guess that was for the bestGod damnThese girls in knee length socks did not dance like I didDid not dance indie, kidDid not dance like meIn Fred Berry shirts these guys did not dance like I didDid not dance Brit-pop, kidDid not dance like me(So what ya, what ya, what ya want?)These girls in knee length socks did not dance like I didDid not dance indie, kidDid not dance like meIn Fred Berry shirts these guys did not dance like I didDid not dance Brit-pop, kidDid not dance like me(So what ya, what ya, what ya want?)
