Sportswear
Rat boy Lyrics


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I've got a funny feeling in my stomach
But that don't matter cause me and you are always into something
Whether it be riding home drenched in the freezing cold
Or entering town where the postboxes now say sold

(Ooh, Aah, Ooh, Aah)

Stop stop stop stop stop I won't stop it
Hand me your car keys I'll try and unlock it
Sitting in the backseat with that worn out interior
Blatantly looked down on by all our superiors

Ed Hardy jeans, with broken dreams stitched in between the seams
That Boy in a bivvy looks about 13 trying to sell sticks claimed to be weed

Laugh out loud for you and your wannabe crew
In your bodywarmer Nike and bad attitude
I'm not being rude but you've already got babies with two different ladies
How do you want to be viewed?
And while you're out getting screwed, stewed and tattooed she's on her own
Trying to get your baby some food

Ed Hardy jeans, with broken dreams stitched in between the seams
That Boy in a bivvy looks about 13 trying to sell sticks claimed to be weed

Live in sportswear but they never go running
Staying in
Always burning watching porn
Brain numbing
Lack of motherly loving from a young age so they can say they never got nothing from anyone
Cliché!

(I'm sitting on the curb while my mates rolling a fag, I'm fucking hurting, so bored)

Ed Hardy jeans, with broken dreams stitched in between the seams
That Boy in a bivvy looks about 13 trying to sell sticks claimed to be weed





(I've got enough money in my pocket, and you ain't, yeah)

Overall Meaning

The song “Sportswear” by Rat Boy presents a reality of a generation that lives in sportswear, but never really get to engage in sports. It starts with a feeling of anxiety in the singer’s stomach but, as always, he is up to something with his comrades. They are riding home in the middle of a really cold weather. The song mentions that the postboxes in town are now sold, probably referring to the privatization of public properties.


Rat Boy then takes us through a series of observations about the people he sees around him. There is a boy looking about 13, trying to sell sticks that are claimed to be weed. And there are people wearing Ed Hardy jeans, which he describes as having broken dreams stitched in between the seams. He then goes on to laugh at their bad attitudes while wearing Nike bodywarmers. He talks about a guy who already has babies with two different women, while his woman is at home, trying to provide for their child.


The song then goes on to criticize modern society where people live in sportswear but never go running or do sports. Instead, they spend their time inside, burning and watching porn, which numbs their brains. Rat Boy points out that they lack motherly love from a young age, which is why they always say they never got anything from anyone. In the end, Rat Boy is sitting on the curb, while his mates are rolling a cigarette. He talks about battling mental health, being broke but not caring, and having enough money in his pocket while others don’t.


Line by Line Meaning

I've got a funny feeling in my stomach
Despite feeling uneasy, I'm content with always being up to something with you


But that don't matter cause me and you are always into something
My discomfort is irrelevant because we are always engaged in something together


Whether it be riding home drenched in the freezing cold
We endure extreme temperatures on our way home


Or entering town where the postboxes now say sold
We notice that the world around us is constantly changing


Stop stop stop stop stop I won't stop it
I won't back down or give up


Hand me your car keys I'll try and unlock it
I'll take the opportunity to try my hand at something new


Sitting in the backseat with that worn out interior
We're always relegated to second-class status


Blatantly looked down on by all our superiors
Everyone above us shows disdain for our social status


Ed Hardy jeans, with broken dreams stitched in between the seams
Our clothing choices reflect our unfulfilled aspirations


That Boy in a bivvy looks about 13 trying to sell sticks claimed to be weed
We see a young boy resorting to selling fake drugs to make a living


Laugh out loud for you and your wannabe crew
We ridicule those who try to emulate or surpass us


In your bodywarmer Nike and bad attitude
We judge others who wear popular clothing brands and display bad behavior


I'm not being rude but you've already got babies with two different ladies
I don't mean to offend, but your actions show a lack of responsibility


How do you want to be viewed?
Why don't you think more carefully about your reputation?


And while you're out getting screwed, stewed and tattooed she's on her own
You're out living recklessly while leaving your partner to fend for herself


Trying to get your baby some food
She's struggling to provide basic necessities for your child


Live in sportswear but they never go running
They wear athletic clothing but don't engage in physical activity


Staying in
They choose to remain indoors


Always burning watching porn
They spend their time watching pornography


Brain numbing
This activity serves to numb their minds


Lack of motherly loving from a young age so they can say they never got nothing from anyone
They attribute their problems to not receiving motherly love, in order to avoid responsibility for their own actions


Cliché!
This is a common excuse and not a valid one


I'm sitting on the curb while my mates rolling a fag, I'm fucking hurting, so bored
I'm feeling distressed and disconnected from my peers


Ed Hardy jeans, with broken dreams stitched in between the seams
Again, our clothing reflects our unfulfilled dreams


That Boy in a bivvy looks about 13 trying to sell sticks claimed to be weed
We see this young boy trying to make money by selling fake drugs


I've got enough money in my pocket, and you ain't, yeah
I'm able to afford certain luxuries that you cannot




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: JORDAN CARDY

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