Jubilee - Blur

Jubilee slouches in the settee

He’s losing all will to move

He gone divvy, too much telly

He watching twenty-four 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

He dresses incorrectly, no-one told him how

Seventeen, he not mean enough

He dresses incorrectly, no-one told him how

Seventeen, he not 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

He dresses incorrectly, no-one told him how to do it

Seventeen, he not mean enough

He dresses incorrectly, no-one told him how

Where to go, but he just don’t get out enough

He dresses incorrectly, no-one told him how to do it

Talk to girls, but he’s just too spotty

He dresses incorrectly, no-one told him how

Seventeen, he not keen on being like anyone else

So he just plays on his computer game

He dresses incorrectly, no-one told him how to do it

Seventeen, he not mean enough

He dresses incorrectly, no-one told him how

Where to go, but he just don’t get out enough

He dresses incorrectly, no-one told him how to do it

Talk to girls, but he’s just too spotty

He dresses incorrectly, no-one told him how

Seventeen, he not keen on being like anyone

He’s not being like anyone

Jubilee is not like anyone else