[Verse 1]

Rushing out of Kings Cross Station spill into the

Glow of Darlinghurst Road underneath the Coke sign

Hidden in the hip folk, bright red and white

Lights and the bouncers inviting me to strip shows

I was seventeen with a face of fifteen

Carried my skateboard with me through the slipstream

You could be the king of the Cross or just sightseeing

Or take flight from the limelight like me

My brother ran a nightclub playing Britpop

In a club called Les Girls

Once upon a time it was owned by Abe Saffron

Long way from Oasis to the underworld

He would sneak me in before 10 when the doors opened

And the dancefloor dark and scarce

And the bartender knew I wasn't legal

Both of us pretended that the other wasn't there

I was about to learn

[Hook]

There girls in knee length socks

Did not dance like I did, I

Did not dance Indie kid, they

Did not dance like me

In Fred Perry shirts, these guys

Did not dance like I did, I

Did not dance Britpop kid, they

Did not dance like me

So whatcha whatcha want?

[Verse 2]

By 12 with the party proper kicking

Room full of Albarns, Cockers and Frischmanns

A couple Ian Browns and they're dancing to The Smiths

And there I am in the middle of the dancefloor pissed

I was showing of my Running Man, shake it like Q-Tip

Bonita Applebum clip like I was on some new shit

Proper etiquette: hide it, shield it

But Screamadelica had Don't Fight It, Feel It

Indie girls danced like perky little penguins

There She Goes I fell in love but afraid to befriend 'em

I wish I could've told her that I loved Suede

Or the way she swung her hands by her sides like rotorblades

Could've put a British accent on

Pashed her in the chorus of a catchy song (yep)

With the charm of a trashy Pom like

"'allo love, wanna snog?"

[Hook]

There girls in knee length socks

Did not dance like I did, I

Did not dance Indie kid, they

Did not dance like me

In Fred Perry shirts, these guys

Did not dance like I did, I

Did not dance Britpop kid, they

Did not dance like me

So whatcha whatcha want?

[Verse 3]

Grabbed my skateboard from the cloakroom

Found Kings Cross with her legs wide open

What kind of trouble could a kid get his nose in

When the best of the seediest part of Sydney blows in?

I was never caught by the fuzz while I was still on the buzz

A bit before I dabbled with drugs

Pills, Thrills, Bellyaches, E's and Whiz

Whatever it takes to medicate please a swig

I did a bit I admit I was not innocent

I didn't fit in but I felt magnificent

Banging through my eardrums differently

Like I got a new set of antennas for them bitches to listen with

I look back realise what it meant to me

Why I wrote hooks and melodies

I'm part of their legacy

But I never did get her next to me

I guess that was for the best Goddamn

[Hook]

There girls in knee length socks

Did not dance like I did, I

Did not dance Indie kid, they

Did not dance like me

In Fred Perry shirts, these guys

Did not dance like I did, I

Did not dance Britpop kid, they

Did not dance like me

So whatcha whatcha want?