To the scholar and the wallah,
To the teacher ranting rules
To the old man
That wants to be young
To the bitter and the twist-ed
Blooming sisters having fun
Father shouts 'get out!'
Mother whispers "love you son!"
I'm the liquid in your cup
I'm the song that can't be sung
Neverending ambulante
The fag that burnt your tongue
I'm the kid at the parade –
Under blouse and skirt i run
The rumbles, the big talk
Comes the morning i'll be gone
I'm up to no good as i ain't good enough
Dirty lowdown, hanging with the rough,
I made my way cos i'm bad... bad as i can be
To the slackers and the collar,
To the wolf man in a suit,
To the ad that sporned a monster
Who says "i'm up to no good"
To the painter and the sculptor,
To the palette and the flow
Just allow it!
Just invite them to the show
I'm the catalan uprising
No pasa nada, hermanno
Hear me when i come
I'm the dog that runs free
The falling tapestry
The crumbles, the shock
Gonna miss me when i'm gone!