Jubilee slouches in the settee He's losing all will to move He gone divvy, too much telly He watching twenty-four 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 incorrectly, no-one told him how Seventeen, he not mean enough He dresses incorrectly, no-one told him how Seventeen, he not keen on being like anyone else Jubilee's dad, Billy Banker Thinks his son's a slob He should get out more, stop scabbing He really should go and get a job He dresses incorrectly, no-one told him how to do it Seventeen, he not mean enough He dresses incorrectly, no-one told him how Where to go, but he just don't get out enough He dresses incorrectly, no-one told him how to do it Talk to girls, but he's just too spotty He dresses incorrectly, no-one told him how Seventeen, he not keen on being like anyone else So he just plays on his computer game He dresses incorrectly, no-one told him how to do it Seventeen, he not mean enough He dresses incorrectly, no-one told him how Where to go, but he just don't get out enough He dresses incorrectly, no-one told him how to do it Talk to girls, but he's just too spotty He dresses incorrectly, no-one told him how Seventeen, he not keen on being like anyone He's not being like anyone Jubilee is not like anyone else