Especially Too Young

This is the specific song that inspired the title of my last post. I find it absolutely hilarious that I can say I know, personally, a member of this particular band. Lynval Golding is the guitar player and really the man calling the shots for Chela and Georgetown. I’ve heard the band use the lyrics as a joke, especially since Cale was kicked out of that club.
While killing time before the gig at Studio Seven, a bunch of the crew was standing on the opposite side of Cale’s truck to block the fact that they were drinking Heineken right in the road and in plain view of the main door to the venue. Lynval was leaning in the passenger side open window and went off randomly about the fact that Terry Hall originally wrote this song when he was only fifteen. It became a big hit for The Specials. Lynval is never shy about sharing his feelings that Terry is a total genius.
I’ve only heard the song in its entirety maybe once. Having hunted down the lyrics in order to post them here, the song has a whole different meaning that I had originally taken it. It holds a very political statement I can appreciate, even though it has nothing to do with the post I named after it. British slang a side (Yes those are the actual lyrics people) I think it’s an interesting reggae/ska style message about being responsible. Having a child does not equal responsibility being taken for your actions.
Then again, I have several friends of mine right now that have chosen the opposite side of that argument. I’m glad to say that most of my friends were meant to be parents. Situations just worked out as they did. I stand somewhere in the middle without the intention of ever having children of my own. Everyone tells me that it’s just a matter of time before my biological clock starts ticking. I just don’t want to be another terrible parent.

Too Much Too Young
The Specials

You've done too much
Much too young
Now you're married with a kid
When you could be having fun with me

Oh no, no gimme no more pickni

You've done too much
Much too young
Now you're married with a son
When you should be having fun with me

We don't want, we don't want
We don't want no more pickni

Ain't he cute?
No he ain't
He's just another burden
On the welfare state

You've done too much
Much too young
Now you're married with a kid
When you could be having fun with me

No gimme, no gimme, no gimme no more pickni

Call me immature
Call me a poser
I'd love to spread manure in your bed of roses
Don't want to be rich
Don't want to be famous
But I'd really hate to have the same name as you
(You silly moo)

You've done too much
Much too young
Now you're married with a kid
When you could be having fun with me

Gi we de birth control, we no want no pickni

You've done too much
Much too young
Now you're chained to the cooker
Making currant buns for tea

Oh no, no gimme no more pickni

Ain't you heard of the starving millions
Ain't you heard of contraception
Do you really a program of sterilization
Take control of the population boom
It's in your living room
Keep a generation gap
Try wearing a cap