He's a handsome big lad, looks just like his Da and he likes a bit of Paolo Nutini
He's got a degree in technology, but he can't work the washing machiney
As soon as he's saved up all of his pennies, there's a job waiting for him in the Bay of Plenty
It'll break his mammy's heart, but she even said so herself
There's nothing here for the kids no more
She passed her driving test at the third attempt, and she bought a little Kia Picanto
But there's nothing worse for a student nurse, when you can't afford the price of the petrol
Her best friend's living in Reykjavik, they've got the best hot springs and proper politics
And the more she thinks about it, the more it makes perfect sense
There's nothing here for the kids no more
There was nothing here for the kids before
We made the mess that they're paying for
Nothing here for the kids no more
And everybody loves those Derry Girls
Friday nights at the Brandywell, we should be out there raising hell
Because there's nothing here for the wains no more
The young trans poet went to the shelter tent to try and find some inspiration
But dirty looks was all they took away from the situation
For the bully boys and the homophobes shout a lot louder when unopposed
Is it any wonder that they're leaving in their droves
There's nothing here for the kids no more
There was nothing here for the kids before
We made the mess that they're paying for
Nothing here for the kids no more
And everybody loves those Derry Girls
Friday nights at the Brandywell, we should be out there raising hell
Because there's nothing here for the wains no more
