The 90s

Track Info

  • Title
    The 90s
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Original Release

Cover Art for Rudebox
Studio Album

About

The 90s was written by Robbie Williams and Jerry Meehan, and produced by Meehan. It appears on Rudebox as the sequel to The 80s, continuing Williams’s autobiographical journey into his Take That years. Framed as a spoken narrative over a steady electronic beat, the song documents his rapid ascent to fame, the tensions within the group, and the disillusionment that followed.

Williams recounts his teenage transition from school to pop stardom with striking honesty, recalling his first encounters with Gary Barlow and the rest of Take That: “I met the other guys, one seemed like a cock, I think it’s going to be like New Kids on the Block.” Balancing humour and bitterness, the track charts both the exhilaration and the isolation of early success, turning personal history into vivid storytelling.

“The 80s and The 90s, like most of my songs, are very autobiographical. When I think about those years, I don’t have any heartache anymore. So maybe write the song, get it out of your system, and then don’t worry about it anymore.”Robbie Williams

After the album’s release, some lyrics referring to former Take That manager Nigel Martin-Smith led to legal action, resulting in edits to the official version. Despite the controversy, The 90s is widely admired for its openness and its willingness to confront uncomfortable truths about fame and control. The song closes with a reflective note, acknowledging both regret and survival.

Like its companion piece, The 90s combines confessional detail with social observation, marking one of the most candid moments on Rudebox. Together, the two songs form an autobiographical diptych, documenting Williams’s passage from ordinary adolescence to extraordinary celebrity with humour, humility and insight.

Lyrics

Picking up the story from where I left off, it's 1990 now so school can fuck off
I got no GCSEs, nothing higher than a D,
I couldn't tell me mum because she'd batter me
Me and ?? sat on the bowling green, life is a shitter
We had five quid between us, bought us six cans of bitter
I took me ten Benson home and I smoked through the sorrow
If I could just avoid me mum maybe I'll tell her tomorrow
I stumbled through the door and said "Mum, it's like this."
She said "That man's been on the phone and you've made the list!
You're in that boy band, son, come and giz a kiss!"
Phoned up Martin and Rich and carried on getting pissed
"Boys I don't believe it, I'm gonna be famous!
Pick you up in a Porsche and buy you lots of trainers."
I met the other guys, one seemed like a cock
I think it's gonna be like New Kids on The Block

I cant be bothered, cause I'm lazy
I hate those that hate me
I cant forgive and it's crazy, baby
Now I'm a video star
Do you know who you are, baby?

I adopted four brothers, some I liked more than others
One was like a brother from another mother
But the lead singer made it hard to like him
And I still loved him, despite him
The first three months, you know, I nearly quit
I played snooker with me dad he said "Don't be a dick!
Unload the bullets, your mind is a gun,
You're gonna shoot yourself when they're number one!"

I cant be bothered, cause I'm lazy
I hate those that hate me
I cant forgive and it's crazy, baby
Now I'm a video star
Do you know who you are, baby?

Now it's dinner with Versace, lunch with Princess Diana
And I'm gonna get battered if I go out with ??
Because as much as we were loved we were also hated
The boys got jealous cause the girls got ??
Now we're famous and that, and we're dancing and that
And I'm thinking "I can't see! Why am I stood at the back?"
So fuck the band give me some ??
So now we're all a bag of nerves and not a band of brothers

I cant be bothered, cause I'm lazy
I hate those that hate me
I cant forgive and it's crazy, baby
Now I'm a video star
Do you know who you are, baby?

And now it's breaking my heart because the dream's turned to shit
It ain't broke but I'll break it in a little bit
And I'm always in trouble but I've stopped saying sorry
Everybody's worried "What the fuck's wrong with Robbie?
He's not answering his phone, he's not talking to me
I saw him on the telly at Glastonbury."
And now I'm running away from everything that I've been
And I'm pissed and I'm fucked and I'm only nineteen
I can't perform no more, I can't perform no more
But the boys know I'm fucked and so they show me the door
And if truth be told I wasn't fit enough to stay
So I put me head down and walked away.

That was the 90s; 90 to 95

I cant be bothered, cause I'm lazy
I hate those that hate me
I cant forgive and it's crazy, baby
Now I'm a video star
Do you know who you are, baby?

Credits

  • Vocalist

    Robbie Williams
  • Songwriter

    Robbie Williams, Jerry Meehan
  • Band

    Adrian Meehan (Drum Programming, Drums)
    Brandon Christy (Fender Rhodes)
    James Knight (Saxophone)
    Jerry Meehan (Acoustic Guitar, Bass Guitar, Keyboard, Programming)
    Neil Taylor (Electric Guitar)
    Nichol Thomson (Trombone)

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