I was walking down the road with a dozen pals of mine
Looking for some aggro, just to pa** the time
We met this stupid hippy and he tried to run away
But i punched him in the nose just to pa** the time of day
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Great big boots, great long laces
Our jeans held up with scarlet braces
Get out of our way or get took for a ride
We've just got violence in our minds
Wake up in the morning, have me ready brek
Drink me cup of Bovril and wring my mothers neck
Strollinto town, beat a Soul Boy black and blue
Put a fruit gum in the meter cos there's f** all else to do
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We go to football matches, we always have a laugh
Always get some bovver in, before the second half
We have our selve a smashing time, we really have some fun
Especially when the odds are ours 25 to 1, to 1