The Mark E Smith CSC

Craig writes in with this fine contribution:

Here’s my occasional (thankfully) contribution to the site, a tribute of sorts to the late Mark E.Smith.

Smithy wrote Hey Student many moons ago, and a former band member (no.55) gave me this exclusive peek into a version the Mad Manc wrote in response to the usual shenanigans over at some other team in Glasgow. 

I’ve included the original lyrics too. 


Hey Student
The Fall

 

When I’m walking down Argyll Street,
It’s always you I seem to meet,
Long hair down and tattoos on your feet.
And write your letters to the Evening Times
I clench my fist and sing this tune:
I said Hey sevconian, hey sevconian, hey sevconian,
You’re gonna get it through the heid,
I said Hey sevconian, hey sevconian, hey sevconian,
You’re gonna get it through the head, that they’re deid…

When walking to the ground,
It’s always you I seem to meet
Nits in your hair, looking for a pound
As you serve us in Burger King
I clench my hand before I flip my lid.

When walking down the street,
It’s always you I seem to meet,
Long hair down and pigeon poo on your feet.
As you listen to the Billy Boys in your room.
I’m thinking like that when I sing this song:
I said I woka-to-ma, woka-to-ma
Woka-to-ma, wah wah wah
Woka-to-ma, wah wah wah

When walking down the street,
It’s always you I seem to meet,
Long hair down and warts on your feet.
As you stare in your room at Filip Sebo’s face
Down long long long long days
I said I woka-to-ma, woka-to-ma
Woka-to-ma, wah wah wah
Woka-to-ma, wah wah wah

The dead brains of class A-D
Born to live in Linwood and Larkhall
Twin swastikas, court, sectarian songbook
I’m thinking like this when I sing this tune:
I said I woka-to-ma, woka-to-ma
Woka-to-ma, wah wah wah
Woka-to-ma, wah wah wah
When I’m walking down the street,
It’s always you I seem to meet,
Long hair down and sneakers on your feet.
And write your letters to the Evening News
I clench my fist and sing this tune:
I said Hey student, hey student, hey student,
You’re gonna get it through the head,
I said Hey student, hey student, hey student,
You’re gonna get it through the head, I said…
When walking to work,
It’s always you I seem to meet
Henna in your hair, standing in the heat
As you serve us in [motor bows] a book kid
I clench my hand before I flip my lid.
When walking down the street,
It’s always you I seem to meet,
Long hair down and sneakers on your feet.
As you listen to Pearl Jam in your room.
I’m thinking like that when I sing this song:
I said I woka-to-ma, woka-to-ma
Woka-to-ma, wah wah wah
Woka-to-ma, wah wah wah
When walking down the street,
It’s always you I seem to meet,
Long hair down and sneakers on your feet.
As you stare in your room at Shaun Ryder’s face
Down long long long long days
I said I woka-to-ma, woka-to-ma
Woka-to-ma, wah wah wah
Woka-to-ma, wah wah wah
The dead brains of class A-D
Born to live in Leigh-on-Sea
Twin swastikas, court, swimming pool
I’m thinking like this when I sing this tune:
I said I woka-to-ma, woka-to-ma
Woka-to-ma, wah wah wah
Woka-to-ma, wah wah wah