Seven Year Scratch
Madness Lyrics


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Buster, he sold the heat with a rock-steady beat

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey you,
Don't watch that, watch this

Whoa, what?
Two pots of gold
And I'm sailing across the sea to see my Uncle Sam,
Sam, Sam, Sam, Sam, Sam
Sailing across the sea to be with my Uncle Sam,
Sam, Sam, Sam, Sam, Sam
Sailing across the sea to see my Uncle Sam
I am sailing across the sea to be with my Uncle Sam,
Sam, Sam, Sam, Sam, Sam

Good morning miss
Can I help you son?
Sixteen today and up for fun
I'm a big boy now or so they say so
If you'll serve me I'll be on my way

Box of balloons, with the feather-light touch
Pack of party poppers, that pop in the night
A toothbrush and hairspray, plastic grin
Mrs Clay on the corner has just walked in
Welcome to the house of fun now I've come of age
Welcome to the house of fun
Welcome to the lion's den, temptation's on it's way
Welcome to the house of...

Naughty boys in nasty schools, headmasters breaking all the rules
Having fun and playing fools, smashing up the woodwork tools
All the teachers in the pub, passing 'round the ready-rub
Trying not to think of when the lunch-time bell will ring again
Oh what fun we had but did it really turn out bad
All I learnt at school was how to bend not break the rules
Oh what fun we had but at the time it seemed so bad
Trying different ways to make a difference to the days

Baggy trousers, baggy trousers, baggy trousers
Baggy trousers, baggy trousers, baggy trousers

One step beyond

Waiter
Our house, in the middle of our street
Our house, in the middle of our street

Blue train taking me from you

Take time for your pleasure and laugh with love
Take the hand of another and sing for the wings of a dove
Whoa, whoa, for the wings of a dove
Whoa, whoa, for the wings of a...

My girl's mad at me, I didn't wanna see the film tonight
I found it hard to say, she thought I'd had enough of her

I tell you I didn't do it, 'cause I wasn't there
Don't blame me, it just isn't fair
You listen to their side now listen to mine
Can't think of a story, sure you'll find me sometime
Now pass the blame and don't blame me
Just close your eyes and count to three (One two three)
Then I'll be gone and you'll forget
The broken window, TV set

Received a letter just the other day
Don't seem they wanna know you no more
They've laid it down given you their score
Within the first two lines it bluntly read
You're not to come and see us no more
Keep away from our door, don't come 'round here no more
What on Earth did you do that for?

My name is Michael Caine
What?
My name is Michael Caine

In the morning I awake
My arms, my legs, my body aches
The sky outside is wet and grey
So begins another weary day
So begins another weary day

Tomorrow's just another day, just another day, just another day
Tomorrow's just another day

I think we got it there, don't you?
It must get better in the long run, has to get better in the long run





I think we got it there, don't you?

Overall Meaning

The song "Seven Year Scratch" by Madness is essentially a collage of various songs by the same band. Some of the lyrics in this song are taken from other Madness hits, including "Baggy Trousers," "Our House," and "One Step Beyond." However, the way these fragments are combined creates a new, vibrant piece of music that perfectly reflects the band's ska-punk sound.


The song begins with "Buster" who is selling heat (maybe a reference to drugs) with a rock-steady beat. Then, it transitions into a boy who just turned 16 and wants to have some fun now that he's grown up. The song continues with references to school days, including a mention of baggy trousers, and a call to rebel against authority. Later, the band members switch to being Michael Caine and then a person struggling to get through the day.


Overall, "Seven Year Scratch" is a fun, upbeat song that captures the essence of Madness. The band takes different snippets of their songs and string them together to create something new and full of energy.


Line by Line Meaning

Buster, he sold the heat with a rock-steady beat
Buster sells drugs to people with a steady rhythm


Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey you, Don't watch that, watch this
Don't focus on what's happening now, focus on what I'm about to show you


Whoa, what? Two pots of gold
Expressing surprise about the great fortune they've come across


And I'm sailing across the sea to see my Uncle Sam, Sam, Sam, Sam, Sam, Sailing across the sea to be with my Uncle Sam, Sam, Sam, Sam, Sam, Sailing across the sea to see my Uncle Sam, I am sailing across the sea to be with my Uncle Sam, Sam, Sam, Sam, Sam
Traveling to see his uncle Sam who lives in America


Good morning miss Can I help you son? Sixteen today and up for fun I'm a big boy now or so they say so If you'll serve me I'll be on my way
Being cheeky and making advances towards an older woman, flaunting his newly acquired independence at 16


Box of balloons, with the feather-light touch Pack of party poppers, that pop in the night A toothbrush and hairspray, plastic grin Mrs Clay on the corner has just walked in Welcome to the house of fun now I've come of age Welcome to the house of fun Welcome to the lion's den, temptation's on it's way Welcome to the house of...
Listing the items one needs for partying along with the growing feeling of entering adulthood and adulthood brings responsibilities and temptations


Naughty boys in nasty schools, headmasters breaking all the rules Having fun and playing fools, smashing up the woodwork tools All the teachers in the pub, passing 'round the ready-rub Trying not to think of when the lunch-time bell will ring again Oh what fun we had but did it really turn out bad All I learnt at school was how to bend not break the rules Oh what fun we had but at the time it seemed so bad Trying different ways to make a difference to the days
Reflecting on the days of being a mischievous schoolboy, and how fun it was, but contemplating whether it was bad and whether they were taught anything valuable in school


Baggy trousers, baggy trousers, baggy trousers Baggy trousers, baggy trousers, baggy trousers One step beyond
Repeating 'baggy trousers' while repeating the song title, reminding us the song we are hearing


Waiter Our house, in the middle of our street Our house, in the middle of our street Blue train taking me from you
Listing the objects viewed in the scene, including a train and a house located on the street they're walking through


Take time for your pleasure and laugh with love Take the hand of another and sing for the wings of a dove Whoa, whoa, for the wings of a dove Whoa, whoa, for the wings of a...
Encouraging others to enjoy the moment and appreciate love while creating imagery with two individuals holding hands and singing heartily, referencing to a dove


My girl's mad at me, I didn't wanna see the film tonight I found it hard to say, she thought I'd had enough of her
Being blamed by his girlfriend for not wanting to spend the evening with her, despite the singer having a good excuse, he still got in trouble


I tell you I didn't do it, 'cause I wasn't there Don't blame me, it just isn't fair You listen to their side now listen to mine Can't think of a story, sure you'll find me sometime Now pass the blame and don't blame me Just close your eyes and count to three (One two three) Then I'll be gone and you'll forget The broken window, TV set
Denying accusations and denying guilt while attempting to evade responsibility by shifting the blame around with a promise to fix any damages caused.


Received a letter just the other day Don't seem they wanna know you no more They've laid it down given you their score Within the first two lines it bluntly read You're not to come and see us no more Keep away from our door, don't come 'round here no more What on Earth did you do that for?
Reading a letter that informs the singer their supposed friends no longer wish to speak to or see them again, questioning why their friends would stop wanting to be friends


My name is Michael Caine What? My name is Michael Caine
Repeating the man's name, solidifying their identity


In the morning I awake My arms, my legs, my body aches The sky outside is wet and grey So begins another weary day So begins another weary day
Waking up and feeling aches and pains, seeing that it's another dreary day


Tomorrow's just another day, just another day, just another day Tomorrow's just another day
Repeating that tomorrow is just another ordinary day, trying to convince themselves to get through another day


I think we got it there, don't you? It must get better in the long run, has to get better in the long run I think we got it there, don't you?
Asking if the task is completed, and hoping for better times to come in the future.




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Comments from YouTube:

yellowstag1966

Just close your eyes and count to three ... what a gr8 mix up ๐Ÿ‘โค๏ธ๐Ÿ’ฅ๐Ÿด๓ ง๓ ข๓ ฅ๓ ฎ๓ ง๓ ฟ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ™๐ŸŽง๐Ÿ˜Ž

Paul Dunne

Glad you played "Baggytrousers" in the majority. My favourite Madness song.

Welsh Nettle

Got this on 12" first press ๐Ÿ‘

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