The Kids

Written by Jay Kay and Toby Smith 

Now we're getting nasty 

Everybody is talking about the kids 
The kids have funky soul and groove emotion 
But if you don't give the kids the chance to use it 
They're always more than likely to abuse it 

Kids get down, stormy weather, fifteen years of royal pleasure. 
Everybody's talking about the kids 
And it's taking time for you to realise 
Now hunger turns to anger in your eyes 
I say the revolution will be televised, Yes it will Gil... 

Everybody's talking about the kids 
Kids get down, stormy weather, fifteen years of royal pleasure. 
Kids get down underground, evrybody dance to the funky sound. 

Everybody's talking about the kids 
The kids need space to get their heads in place 
And every day this world we have to face 
Well I just can't seem to find my proper place 
Kids get down, celebrate, now we're gonna kick the thing we hate 

Everybody's talking about the kids 
It won't be long before we get our own 
And every kid can truly feel at home 
I told ya you should give the dog a bone. 

Kids get down, pressurized, to live the life that you devised 
Kids get down, celebrate, life is to short to complicate 

Everybody's talking about school 
But I get more pleasure breaking all the rules 
Cos lesson one begins with "Life is Cruel" 
Well I guess I'm just an educated fool 

Everybody's talking about the kids 
Mom and Dad make efforts to excuse it 
Government officials will confuse it 
Members of the bench will try to prove it 
You're going down sucker! 

Everybody's talking about the kids now 
Everybody's talking about the kids now 

The kids got funky soul 
Everybody's talking about high 
But kids get high to satisfy 
For reaching out to touch the sky 
Is all I can identify, and you know why... 
Kids get down, stormy weather, fifteen years of royal pleasure 
Kids get down celebrate, now we're gonna kick the thing we hate.