Pickin On Me
Deborah Dyer, Len Arran
i saw a weird boy
he looked at me with a look of pure hate
nobody knew all the grief where he'd been
he was a sad boy
he was a victim of a dirty good time
feely games in the back of his boarded up estate
soon enough, he's pickin' on me
kick my head in 'cos that's all he'd seen
soon enough he's pickin on me, pickin on me
i told my teacher
she look at me so indifferently
her whole night was
spent marking paper red tape
so i had to learn to fight
kicked her sister 'cos i had no respect
so here's the start of another war you against me
soon enough he's pickin' on me
kick my head in 'cos that's all that he'd seen
soon enough he's pickin on me, pickin on me