The Blues Are Still Blue

Well, look at the kid from school
He's teaching mamas and papas how to be a little cool
He's changing fashion, the way he dress
The tracksuits are old and the hoody's way too moody
For the kid with the will to funk
He dances in secret, he's a part-time punkNow she's getting off the plane
She wants to write a thesis on the population underprivileged
The kids fighting up the lane, shop lifting, just drifting
Like the switchblade and the cross
But if there's trouble she's got the moves
She's taking an elementary class in Kung FuI left my washing in the launderette
You can put some money on it, you can place a little bet
That when I see my washing
The black will be gray and the white will be gray
But the blues are still blueI'm crying out for my mum
If the malady don't go away we're in a little trouble
With the boss of the company
I'm a singer, a swinger I'm a layabout but laying on
The dock in the lazy sun
Will never quite relegate me to a bumI left my lady in the launderette
You can put some money on it, you can place a little bet
That when I see my lady
The black will be white and the white will be black
But the blues are still blueOh baby, I love your face, baby, I love your face
I've been creeping round this town because
Well, creeping's just my way
But with a little wink I'll be there, little wink I'll be there
I'll be excited for a week but then excitement starts to fade
I know you're young but you're out of touch
You're French, your vocabulary's not quite formedI left my homework in the launderette
I got a letter from my mamma which my stupid dog has ate
I hid behind the fence
Here comes the deputy head with the bark of a bulldog
He's not making much senseI left my lady in the launderette
You can put some money on it, you can place a little bet
That when I see my lady
The black will be white and the white will be black
But the blues are still blueI left my lady in the launderette
You can put some money on it, you can place a little bet
That when I see my lady
The black will be white and the white will be black
But the blues are still blue