Guess the lyrics to Knockabout World

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I've been knocked about by this world
I've buffeted, left and right
I've been maligned and chastised
By the press and the internet
 
I don’t know what he’s going to say, but I’m guessing he’s going to say very little, very poorly, and a lot of times.
 
It's a hard-knockabout world for us
It's a hard-knockabout world for us
Steada treated,
We get tricked
Steada kisses,
We get kicked
It's a hard-knockabout world!

(repeat four times)
 
Maybe it’ll be a song about morrissey vs the world full of boxing imagery. He’s been knocked about and and finally knocked out
 
Goes something like this....

All those legal evil civil servants,
feel no shame when they observe us.

Protected by the courts and ill-informed press. Be the artist - feel suppressed.

I am the one
Outcast son
Mexican hands
Boyle heights friends

What does it mean, what does it me-e-e-e-ean?

It's a knockabout world
(Repeat 5 x)
 
Goes something like this....

All those legal evil civil servants,
feel no shame when they observe us.

Protected by the courts and ill-informed press. Be the artist - feel suppressed.

I am the one
Outcast son
Mexican hands
Boyle heights friends

What does it mean, what does it me-e-e-e-ean?

It's a knockabout world
(Repeat 5 x)

Nah, Phranc...

Phranc ain’t gonna like it, His mind’s gonna blow
Not the sad tune he wanted, From the 80s, oh no
It’s new & it’s fresh, Insults will be hurled
Step out from the past, To this knockabout world.

But keep your mind Open, Oh, Phranc say that you will
Give me a chance, To once more give you that thrill
I’m new & I’m fresh, Let your heart be unfurled,
Come back to me now, In my knockabout world...

Knockabout, knockabout, knockabout world.

You sit in that bedsit, Phranc you’re jaundiced, you’re pale
You cling to my old stuff, which now sounds very stale
So get with my new stuff, step out of dreamworld
To this new place, where I’m standing, Called my knockabout world

Knockabout, knockabout,
Knockabout, knockabout,
Join me in,
My knockabout world.
 
Nah, Phranc...

Phranc ain’t gonna like it, His mind’s gonna blow
Not the sad tune he wanted, From the 80s, oh no
It’s new & it’s fresh, Insults will be hurled
Step out from the past, To this knockabout world.

But keep your mind Open, Oh, Phranc say that you will
Give me a chance, To once more give you that thrill
I’m new & I’m fresh, Let your heart be unfurled,
Come back to me now, In my knockabout world...

Knockabout, knockabout, knockabout world.

You sit in that bedsit, Phranc you’re jaundiced, you’re pale
You cling to my old stuff, which now sounds very stale
So get with my new stuff, step out of dreamworld
To this new place, where I’m standing, Called my knockabout world
Stay on my arm, you little charmer. We might use some of those lines "spoken word" as a b-side for "The secret of music".
 
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Stay on my arm, you little charmer. We might use those lyrics "spoken word" as a b-side for "The end of music".

Lol...no probs P&O.
I'll be writing for Moz soon on the nxt album, so get back on the bus, we're going places.
Tell yr Ma.
 
It's a knockabout world
Oh it's a knockabout world
So get your knockers out, world
Get your big round knockers out, world.
And slap me in the face.

I want to see at least one mammary
Before I leave
This stinking planet

Full of trophy hunters and munters
Labour voters
And people from Thanet.

Oh, If you can't give me hope
Will yer at least give me a motorboat?
Before I croak.
Nope?

Oh, what a knockabout world.
 
I've been kicked in the head
Hanging on by a thread
Nobody suffers like I do

They're all in it together
And birds of a feather
Peck on til I'm dead, or close by it

Friends? never tried
Lovers, always occupied
Even Betty won't answer the phone

I'm alone again, now
But you knew that already
Oh, it's a knockabout world...
 
I’m really worried that one of these anon’s have actually posted the correct lyrics. Because all of these are awful. Awful enough to be true.
 
Nah, Phranc...

Phranc ain’t gonna like it, His mind’s gonna blow
Not the sad tune he wanted, From the 80s, oh no
It’s new & it’s fresh, Insults will be hurled
Step out from the past, To this knockabout world.

But keep your mind Open, Oh, Phranc say that you will
Give me a chance, To once more give you that thrill
I’m new & I’m fresh, Let your heart be unfurled,
Come back to me now, In my knockabout world...

Knockabout, knockabout, knockabout world.

You sit in that bedsit, Phranc you’re jaundiced, you’re pale
You cling to my old stuff, which now sounds very stale
So get with my new stuff, step out of dreamworld
To this new place, where I’m standing, Called my knockabout world

Knockabout, knockabout,
Knockabout, knockabout,
Join me in,
My knockabout world.
Fantastic. Really liked that, any more??
 
I’ve just heard it a few times.

Is it still fair to guess?
 
Nah, Phranc...

Phranc ain’t gonna like it, His mind’s gonna blow
Not the sad tune he wanted, From the 80s, oh no
It’s new & it’s fresh, Insults will be hurled
Step out from the past, To this knockabout world.

But keep your mind Open, Oh, Phranc say that you will
Give me a chance, To once more give you that thrill
I’m new & I’m fresh, Let your heart be unfurled,
Come back to me now, In my knockabout world...

Knockabout, knockabout, knockabout world.

You sit in that bedsit, Phranc you’re jaundiced, you’re pale
You cling to my old stuff, which now sounds very stale
So get with my new stuff, step out of dreamworld
To this new place, where I’m standing, Called my knockabout world

Knockabout, knockabout,
Knockabout, knockabout,
Join me in,
My knockabout world.
Brilliant
 
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