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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chris Lowe
Chris Lowe
Programming
Neil Tennant
Neil Tennant
Vocals
Abimbola Amoako-Gyampah
Abimbola Amoako-Gyampah
Additional Vocals
Nile Bailey
Nile Bailey
Additional Vocals
Senab Adekunle
Senab Adekunle
Additional Vocals
Daisy Vatalaro
Daisy Vatalaro
Cello
Laura Moody
Laura Moody
Cello
Sérgio Serra
Sérgio Serra
Cello
Val Welbanks
Val Welbanks
Cello
Adam Chatterton
Adam Chatterton
Trumpet
David Hopkin
David Hopkin
Flugelhorn
Graeme Flowers
Graeme Flowers
Trumpet
Serafina Steer
Serafina Steer
Harp
Alison De Souza
Alison De Souza
Viola
Amy May
Amy May
Viola
Morgan Goff
Morgan Goff
Viola
Zami Jalil
Zami Jalil
Viola
Anna De Bruin
Anna De Bruin
Violin
Emma Smith
Emma Smith
Violin
Flora Curzon
Flora Curzon
Violin
Hazel Correa
Hazel Correa
Violin
Jennymay Logan
Jennymay Logan
Violin
Kotono Sato
Kotono Sato
Violin
Lucy Wilkins
Lucy Wilkins
Violin
Patrick Dawkins
Patrick Dawkins
Violin
Preetha Narayanan
Preetha Narayanan
Violin
Ronald Long
Ronald Long
Violin
Ros Stephen
Ros Stephen
Violin
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chris Lowe
Chris Lowe
Songwriter
Neil Tennant
Neil Tennant
Songwriter
Ryan Jacob
Ryan Jacob
Brass Arranger
Laura Moody
Laura Moody
String Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
jas Shaw
jas Shaw
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Matt Colton
Matt Colton
Mastering Engineer
James Ford
James Ford
Producer

Lyrics

I remember wondering Who am I? And what will I turn out to be? I know where I have to go To unlock the secret of me Won't be long Till I have to get out of here And leave my invented life Well already that's pretty queer A new London boy Like so many others Hanging around With my glamrock brothers A new London boy With screamers who dress for excess Seeking attention and freedom And the right people you can impress Are they girls or boys? Is everyone gay? Am I just kidding myself? I'll go all the way I remember wondering Human boys can't afford to be scared You take it on the chin and win in your head Skinheads will mock you and call you a fag Last laugh is yours, there's a brick in your bag Follow the style, plastic and showy Everyone's dancing to Roxy and Bowie People want Deco and Hollywood stars The glamour life, vintage cars Like boy racers, speed is the essence Get yourself noticed, assert your presence Remember (remember, remember, remember) Don't be afraid if it feels bizarre This is your time, you are the star Everyone's watching, grab your chance All it takes is a stolen glance New London boy New London boy I'll aim for the stars And learn how to swim with the sharks Play an electric guitar While studying Plato and Marx A new London boy Like so many others Hanging around With my glamrock brothers A new London boy Is everyone gay? Am I just kidding myself? I'll go all the way I remember wondering
Writer(s): Neil Tennant, Christopher Lowe Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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