That boy must be a maniac
They gave him every chance and he gave it right back
He turned around and said: Oh no, I don't need you
Don't care for your sound, I don't even need you

Mum and dad were poor when we were born
Strived all their life not just to strive for more
Had to escape the walls that made them
I'll tell you a story, you won't even blame them

We found solace in melody
Kicking footballs and climbing trees
A far away land of our own
Me and Amy-Jo

So come outside cause I got what you need
Stand by my fire when you've got nothing
I'll knock you down, I'll pick you up
Drag you back inside and drink from the sweet FA Cup

That boy must be a maniac
They gave him every chance and he gave it right back
He turned around and said: Oh no, I don't need you
Don't care for your sound, I don't even need you

So come outside cause I got what you need
Stand by my fire when you've got nothing
I'll knock you down, I'll pick you up
Drag you back inside and drink from the sweet FA Cup

So come inside cause I got what you need
Stand by my fire when you've got nothing
I'll knock you down, I'll pick you up
Drag you back inside and drink from the sweet FA Cup