[Verse 1]
My teacher always told me I should get some rest
I’ve gotta be a prodigy for that Monday morning test
But I said, “Miss, good luck, you better wish me the best”
Just before I dozed off and went back to bed
See I’ll be munching on the biscuits at the back of the room
Whilst Johnny’s on ket and Jed’s on shrooms
And then there’s Katie all ketted, Keira doing balloons
I see the lads they’re sticking stuff up their nose at noon

[Pre-Chorus]
It’s the teenage culture
Pain is pimples, acupuncture
Bleeding lips and numbnеss ulcers
And misleading infrastructure
Got your papеrclips and pingers
And your SoundCloud rapper singers
Filter papers, riz and ringers
Adolescence and beginners

[Chorus]
How we can’t sleep, see the morning sun
With our small talk 'til our days are done
Tried to hibernate when we tried to run
Up again for the morning sun
Bedtime blues with your Biff and Chip
Got your brandy breath and your liquor lips
So, speech is slurred after just one sip
Bedtime blues with your Biff and Chip
[Verse 2]
It’s time for Monday morning games, guess we must abide
No composure on the pitch, it’s just a 5 a side
But the goalie’s pretty shit and ball-to-hand collide
It’s the hand of God, the ref' just let it slide
Now miss is bribing us with stickers
Oh, could she get any thicker?
But with liquor we’d consider
Not the 10-year-olds in kickers
How we wanted to be older
That’s what we always told her
So, chin up fallen solider
We’re just trying to stay sober

[Pre-Chorus]
It’s the teenage culture
Pain is pimples, acupuncture
Bleeding lips and numbness ulcers
And misleading infrastructure
Got your paperclips and pingers
And your SoundCloud rapper singers
Filter papers, riz and ringers
Adolescence and beginners

[Chorus]
How we can’t sleep, see the morning sun
With our small talk 'til our days are done
Tried to hibernate when we tried to run
Up again for the morning sun
Bedtime blues with your Biff and Chip
Got your brandy breath and your liquor lips
So, speech is slurred after just one sip
Bedtime blues with your Biff and Chip
[Verse 3]
It’s time for independent reading got my Biff and Chip
I swapped the water for whiskey 'bout to take a sip
So then my teacher takes a look and tells me, “Get a grip”
But now the class is looking boring
“Alright Miss, in a bit”
She said, “Come back to your seat I’ll let your parents know”
So, I put on a little limp, “Miss, I hurt my toe”
She says, “Alright then, to the nurse then, you better go”
I’m not heading for the nurse, now that was quite a show

[Pre-Chorus]
It’s the teenage culture
Pain is pimples, acupuncture
Bleeding lips and numbness ulcers
And misleading infrastructure
Got your paperclips and pingers
And your SoundCloud rapper singers
Filter papers, riz and ringers
Adolescence and beginners

[Chorus]
How we can’t sleep, see the morning sun
With our small talk 'til our days are done
Tried to hibernate when we tried to run
Up again for the morning sun
Bedtime blues with your Biff and Chip
Got your brandy breath and your liquor lips
So, speech is slurred after just one sip
Bedtime blues with your Biff and Chip