Lyrics
And we've learnt to kick a ball
We're not quite cynical
But we've written on the wall
John's gay he's gay
And Janet's friends with John
She says that we're all scum
He just gets his homework done
And won't play, not today
What will we grow up to be ask your brother
What will we grow up to see can't be bothered
Will you still be friends with me
Fourteen, fifteen, sixteen
Martin grew out of his A-team vest
Nicked the pedals off my BMX
And he says that he's had sex
With a girl, for a fact
I lost my virginity
The year above us had discovery
And I said it weren't for me
Twelve pounds, fifty
What will we grow up to be ask your brother
What will we grow up to see can't be bothered
Will you still be friends with me
Fourteen, fifteen
We hide in bandstands and talk in the dark
Rain's never cold when you're young
We were devoted to us from the start
I know too much how to feel
Young!
And we've learnt to kick a ball
And we're not quite cynical
But we've written on the wall
John's gay he's gay
What will we grow up to be ask your brother
What will we grow up to see can't be bothered
Will you still be friends with me
Fourteen, fifteen
What will we grow up to be ask your brother
What will we grow up to see can't be bothered
Will you still be friends with me
Fourteen, fifteen
Young!
Credits
Vocals
Robbie Williams
Written By
Robbie Williams, Guy Chambers
