I remember nights when we were young
They weren't very good they were rubbish
Running round Highroyds isn't fun
Just teenagers testing their courage

Standing outside nightclubs in the snow
Is not very cool or impressive
They let in all the girls from the year below
No need for I.D's with those dresses

Got news from afar
From a girl who knows who we are
She's still got my dinner money
She can keep it

Never had a fight that we haven't lost
We're not very tough or athletic
Once I had a boxing champ in a headlock
And when he gets out I'll regret it

Got keys to a car
Picked up a girl from Boston Spa
For fast food and the cinema
It's not worth it

Got word from down south
Well he had heard about it word of mouth
Haven't much stayed in touch
Since Highroyds

Let it go and let it go
And if I'm wrong then I won't know
'Cause no one's gonna tell me but a friend
But he has gone and Ian's gone
And everybody went along
And nobody was left here in the end

Got news from uncle Hugh
Through a second cousin once removed
It's too late there's a housing estate
It's called Highroyds

Got a text from an ex
She wants to know when we're in London next
"And will you write a song about me?"
I don't think so

Writer : ANDREW ROBERT WHITE, JAMES SIMON RIX, NICHOLAS MATTHEW BAINES, CHARLES RICHARD WILSON, NICHOLAS JAMES DAVID HODGSON
Copyright : Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group