Boys Lyrics — Robin Williamson

Let us celebrate the foreign glamour of boys

Their allure is left unexplained

Their features and form alien to girls as described by girls

Scant chance for us to consume the beauty of the male body for pleasure



The body of boys, the blood of boys x8



Kappa jackets, Puma trainers, Farrahs, mullets, flicks

For that 80s comp-boy look

Bunny hops, wheelies (wow!)

BMX boys have a lot of fun

They ride their bikes out in the sun



Leisure centre, down by Cedars, railway line

Graffiti catalogues your weekend

Wait around, hang about, track you down

I spy on you

Looking hard through soft clean fringes



And if I kissed you (kiss kiss kiss)

And if we did it (do do do)

Would I become cool?

And as I kiss you

Gatecrash into

Boys boys boys!

Boys boys, boys boys boys!



And if I kissed you (kiss kiss kiss)

And if we did it (do do do)

Would I become cool?

And as I kiss you

Gatecrash into

Boys boys boys!

Boys boys, boys boys boys!



Biker jackets, long black jumpers, nose rings, DMs, dreads

For that 90s indie look

Guitars, playing records (wow!)

Boys in bands have a lot of fun

They make new sounds to get off on



Planet X, Freak Scene, Wildlife, Carny Bar

Roaches catalogue my weekend

Muck around, doss about, pants down

I lose time with you

Looking through your alternative fringe



And if I kissed you (kiss kiss kiss)

And if we did it (do do do)

Would I become cool?

And as I kiss you

Gatecrash into

Boys boys boys!

Boys boys, boys boys boys!



And if I kissed you (kiss kiss kiss)

And if we did it (do do do)

Would I become cool?

And as I kiss you

Gatecrash into

Boys boys boys!

Boys boys, boys boys boys!



The body of boys, the blood of boys x12



we like...

your skin

flat chest

shoulders square

cock

sex

broken voices

skinny hips

shape

synthesis

sinew

bass

metal



We like, we like, we like