You know what it is to be cool.
You never did nothin' at school.
You weren't there to learn, with stuff there to burn,
Knife any that called you a fool.

You know what it is to be cool.
You don't know what manners are for.
And when you went out, you put it about,
You had a girl there on the floor.

You know what it is to be cool.
Your lady's at home with a kid.
No money around, no work to be found,
You'd hit her, whatever she did.

You know what it is to be cool.
You sell kids a pure class A dream.
Policewoman came, yeah she knew your name,
You're going inside, seventeen.

You know what it is to be cool.
You always give lip to the screws.
And when you get out, unhappy, no doubt,
You'll end up by hitting the booze.

Yeah, you know what it is to be cool!