I need to fall in love with the world again And see things the way I used to see them when I was ten So give me nine boxes of chalk and let me play hopscotch A blanket and a mattress and I'll build a castle I'll sit there and night watch Put a tooth under my pillow I'm praying this fairy flies through my window Singing B-I-N-G-O because Bingo was his name-o Give me a blue paper towel to wipe away my worries Mr. Patel was on Fridays to get sweets for my little tummy I owned a packed lunchbox, a book bag, my name was stuck on a tray Stories by the Roald Dahl, you know the BFG never led us astray Running through the playground, Bulldog was mental We had the sickest conversations around the classroom bin whilst sharpening our HP pencils Let me run to the back of the coach on a school trip It was like Dumbledore put the salt in hat on my head, it made me feel like I was chosen for this When a nosebleed would be the worst possible disaster And parents evening had me scared of going home after And I really wonder if it's still there The back of my exam desk when I wrote Hussain was here Don't try this at home, never stopped us from wrestling Christian's BMX dump head, we broke his chains, that's how fast we were peddling And the animals went in two by two, hurrah, hurrah I'm still convinced the staff room was a secret hidden theme park As we discover in 21 seconds we all learn how to rap I know for a fact, each one of you knew that one kid that would jump over the playground wall to get your footballs back Dancing with my trainers that light up, nobody could ever stop me I was raised on an era of football stickers, Beyblades and yellow Tamagotchis When Abs broke his arm, we graffitied his sling You knew it was gonna be a mad rave when you walked into the hall and saw a packet of party rings And do you wanna know something I can do? Give me a scientific calculator, I'll turn it upside down I'll wrap a few numbers, I'll show you how to write boobs And our paper planes would glide effortlessly through our classroom stratosphere And if it hit the back of someone's head, you'd face the wall But your best mate will always look at you and go, yeah And now that brings us to sports day, where we're all 100 metre sprinters Windows XP users, HP Inject printers We're getting one hour detention for fake parent signatures Non-uniform day, it was all tracksuits and trainers And the pops in our blazers, cassettes and CDs Floppy disks, MP3s, alive with no issues And moments to breathe Sabrina was a teenage witch, and hell got all his bullied Arnold Kel loved orange soda, and nobody ever went to Keshu's castle Which is why sometimes in life I feel like my luck's up Cos I'd give anything in the world for one more game of heads down, thumbs up So let me mime in singing assemblies, I never knew the songs Let me lean back on my chair, we only learn when we're wrong Let me bring Sherbert straws to the disco, let me feel like a don And let me relive all the memories of the playground, cos that's where I belong The playground, that's where we would handle our business The land of the young, wild, free, freaky and ambitious We're trying to figure out which one of us is gonna be the richest But before that, we're behind bikes, shirts tucked out, face covered in kisses I need to fall in love with the world again I mimed because I never knew the songs See things the way I used to see them when I was ten The playground, that's where we all really belong