Stereotype
The Specials Lyrics


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He's just a stereotype
He drinks his age in pints
He has girls every night
But he doesn't really exist

He spends his weekends with a load of blokes
He forgets the punchline when he tells a joke
He wants to stay out, he don't want to go home
'Til his nicotine fingers are stuffed down his throat

He's just a stereotype
He drinks his age in pints
He drives home pissed at night
And he listens to his stereo

He blamed his fiance when he caught VD
The doctor said no drink for seventeen weeks
He wants to go out but he has to stay home
Sit in and watch color TV on his own

He's just a stereotype
He drinks his age in pints
He drives home pissed at night
And he listens to his stereo

The tablets are finished, the cure is complete
He hasn't had a drink now for seventeen weeks
Seventeen pints, tonight is the night
It goes straight to his head, he ends up in a fight

Police chase him home through the dark rainy night
Fluorescent jam sandwich with flashing blue light
His mums waiting up, she hopes he's alright
But he's wrapped round a lamp post on Saturday night

He's just a stereotype
He drinks his age in pints




He has girls every night
He doesn't really exist

Overall Meaning

The Specials' song Stereotype is a satirical take on the typical "lad" or "lad culture" that was prevalent in Britain in the 1980s. The song describes a young man who fits into all the stereotypes associated with this culture: heavy drinking, promiscuousness, hanging out with his male friends, and behaving recklessly. Despite his seemingly wild and carefree lifestyle, however, the singer asserts that this man "doesn't really exist." Rather, he is simply a product of his environment - a stereotype perpetuated by society at large.


The lyrics of the song are meant to be humorous, but also cutting. They point out the absurdity of the "lad" lifestyle, and suggest that it ultimately leads to self-destructive behavior. The man described in the song is reckless and irresponsible, and his actions have consequences - both for himself and others. By the end of the song, he is in a fight and has crashed his car, illustrating the danger of this kind of behavior.


Overall, Stereotype is a commentary on the ways in which societal norms and expectations can shape individual behavior. It suggests that the pressure to conform to a certain image or persona can be damaging, and that it is important to be aware of the stereotypes that we use to make sense of the world around us.


Line by Line Meaning

He's just a stereotype
He's a caricature of a type of person, lacking in nuance and complexity


He drinks his age in pints
He drinks excessively and recklessly, using his age as an excuse


He has girls every night
He promiscuously sleeps around, using women as a means to fulfill his desires


But he doesn't really exist
He's a product of society's expectations and assumptions, devoid of true individuality


He spends his weekends with a load of blokes
He surrounds himself with other men who share his lifestyle and mindset


He forgets the punchline when he tells a joke
He's not particularly clever or witty, despite trying to present himself as such


He wants to stay out, he don't want to go home
He prioritizes drinking and socializing over responsibilities and commitments


'Til his nicotine fingers are stuffed down his throat
He indulges in harmful habits, even to the point of endangering his own health


He drives home pissed at night
He operates a vehicle while under the influence of alcohol, endangering himself and others


And he listens to his stereo
He uses music as a means to disconnect from reality and escape the consequences of his actions


He blamed his fiance when he caught VD
He refuses to take responsibility for his own actions and instead shifts the blame onto others


The doctor said no drink for seventeen weeks
He suffers consequences for his behavior but struggles to break free from his destructive habits


He wants to go out but he has to stay home
He feels trapped by the consequences of his actions but still desires to continue his reckless lifestyle


Sit in and watch color TV on his own
He uses media as a crutch to fill the void left by his destructive lifestyle


The tablets are finished, the cure is complete
He attempts to seek treatment and improvement for his behavior but struggles to maintain it


He hasn't had a drink now for seventeen weeks
He makes progress in breaking free from his habits and seeking help, but it's a slow and difficult process


Seventeen pints, tonight is the night
He falls back into his old ways and indulges in a dangerous amount of alcohol


It goes straight to his head, he ends up in a fight
He becomes aggressive and violent when under the influence


Police chase him home through the dark rainy night
He faces the consequences of his actions, putting himself and others in danger


Fluorescent jam sandwich with flashing blue light
The police car pursuing him is symbolized as a warning and a threat


His mums waiting up, she hopes he's alright
His loved ones are concerned and worried about his destructive behavior


But he's wrapped round a lamp post on Saturday night
He suffers the physical consequences of his actions, with no one to blame but himself


He doesn't really exist
Despite his attempts to appear larger than life, his behavior and choices have reduced him to a stereotype and a caricature of a real person




Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Written by: Jerry Dammers

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@andrewphippsphillips1455

Rest In Peace Terry, massive loss and another part of my childhood gone 😢

@adnilbraganza2211

Precisely...

@andyj639

How many different music styles can you fit in one track! Absolute unadulterated genius.

@ittybitty6474

Best summary comment. Genius...

@bertiew6771

The God like genius of Jerry Dammers.

@gimmemorebeer9995

Amazing track. Timeless. RIP Terry x

@bobcatcomms

RIP Terry ❤️

@kramnesnay

I remember at school my English teacher asked our class to write the lyrics to our fav song, most kids chose Baggy Trousers by Madness, but I chose this one. My teacher couldn't understand how and why a 13 year old kid liked such a dark song, but the kids thought it was cool as I read it out to the class, I said 'pissed' and 'VD' and got away with it. Great group, whose songs perfectly reflected the mood of the times.

@numonefranbegbiefan

This was a few years back but I had to do a similar assignment, did this song too lol. The specials cross generations!

@Roscoe.P.Coldchain

I was 10 when listening to this, my teacher asked us if we followed current affairs in class and couldn’t understand why a 10 year old kid could tell him more about the sinking of the Belgrano and the war itself..!! Us kids were clever back in 1980 ☮️

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