Pete Townshend - English Boy lyrics

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RUTH: Hello, Ruth Streeting here once again with "Streeting's Street", where you get the word straight from the street. This is the show that dishes the dirt on the dirt. Strictly no rock star bullshit on my show. I don't review pop anymore, I talk about anything I like ... or anything I hate. Talking of which, remember that clapped-out 60's hell-raiser Ray High? Rumor has it the sad old lush can't do it anymore ... I mean "make records".

I'm an English boy

I was brought up right

Hold me down

And I will bite

I know no fear

I serve with joy

I'm proud to be here

An English boy

I feel like a stray dog

Blurred like a movie

You say you've come to arrest me

But you're just trying to test me

I'm bored with your prejudice

Spreading like a fever

Your promises to train me

Are just attempts to restrain me

I'm an English boy

Precisely made

You can pin me down

I am not afraid

I show no fear

I will serve with joy

I'm proud to be here

An English boy

Use me like a headline

Cut pieces to pieces

I'm black on the tube line

Red on the touch-line

Freezing up the future

Stopping every stopwatch

You say we're moving like an oil slick

Thicker than a house brick

I'm an English boy

I was brought up right

If you raise your dress

Then I will bite

My voice is clear

I got perfect poise

Good to be down here

With all the English boys

And I don't know where I am now

Or where I'm gonna go

I just keep going round and round on the circle line

Like some demented kind a commuta

Trying to avoid paying for my ticket

I'm a lost soul

I read about myself in the newspapers

I'm a pig

I'm a thug

I've got nowhere to go but down

RUTH: I hear his manager, Rastus Knight, is pulling what's left of his hair out. The only thing Ray's writing these days are large checks to his booze merchants. He's a serious recluse now. Hasn't seen daylight or another woman since his old lady walked out two years ago. Poor little sausage, brooding in that twenty-two room glass mansion. Life's a bitch, and so am I.

Feel like I'm kicking at a dead man

Kicking in the chorus

I'm broken by hatred

While politicians just ignore us

You never gave me any value

You didn't give me any reason

There's no tools and no toys

For any English boys

I'm an English boy

I was brought up right

Hold me down

And I will bite

I know no fear

I will serve with joy

I'm proud to be here

An English boy

I'm an English boy

I'm an English boy

I'm an English boy

No tools, no toys for any English boy

English boy