Letra de
Jubilee

Jubilee slouches in the settee
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
(chorus)
He dresses incorrectly, no one told him seventeen. He not mean enough.
He dresses incorrectly, no one told him seventeen.
He no keen on being like anyone else.
(outro)
He not keen on being like anyone.
He's not being like anyone.
Jubilee's not like anyone else.