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Jubilee slouches in the city
He losing all will to move
He gone divy too much telly
He watching 24 hours of rubbish
He got butane he got plastic bags
His eyes are going square oh yeah
He no raver just anti social
He no going to cut his hair
HE DRESSES INCORRECTLYNO-ONE TOLD HIM SEVENTEEN,HE NOT MEAN ENOUGHHE DRESSES INCORRECTLYNO-ONE TOLD HIM SEVENTEEN,NOT KEEN ON BEING LIKE ANYONE ELSE
Jubilee's dad Billy Banker
He thinks his son is a slob
He should get out more stop scabbing
He really should go and get a job
HE DRESSES INCORRECTLYNO-ONE TOLD HIM SEVENTEENHE NOT MEAN ENOUGHHE DRESSES INCORRECTLYNO-ONE TOLD HIM WHERE TO GOBUT HE JUST DON'T GET OUT ENOUGHHE DRESSES INCORRECTLYNO-ONE TOLD HIM TALK TO GIRLSBUT HE'S JUST TOO SPOTTYHE DRESSES INCORRECTLYNO-ONE TOLD HIM SEVENTEENHE NOT KEEN ON BEING LIKED BY ANYONE ELSESO HE JUST PLAYS ON HIS COMPUTER GAMEHE DRESSES INCORRECTLYNO-ONE TOLD HIM SEVENTEENHE NOT MEAN ENOUGHHE DRESSES INCORRECTLYNO-ONE TOLD HIM WHERE TO GOBUT HE JUST DON'T GET OUT ENOUGHHE DRESSES INCORRECTLYNO-ONE TOLD HIM TALK TO GIRLSBUT HE'S JUST TOO SPORTYHE DRESSES INCORRECTLYNO-ONE TOLD HIM SEVENTEENHE NOT KEEN ON BEING LIKEDANYONE HE'S NOT BEING LIKEANYONE JUBILEE'S NOT LIKEANYONE ELSE
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