Everybody's lookin' for Last gang in town Ya' better watch out, boy They're all comin' around The sport of today is excitin' The in crowd are into infightin' When some punk sees your rock-olla It's rock and roll all over In every street and every station Kids fight like different nations And it's brawn against brain and knife against chain But it's all young blood flowin' down the drain The crops hit the stiffs and the spikes whipped the quiffs They're all lookin' 'round The crops hit the stiffs and the spikes whipped the quiffs They're all lookin' 'round for the last gang in town Meanwhile down in black town Those old soul rebels are hangin' around And when some punk come a'lookin' for sound Rastafari goes to ground The white heart flipped the pocket dipped Because a black sharp knife never slips And they never say to one another That tomorrow we might k** our brother (Chorus) Oh, come on, come on Yeah, Kentucky Fried Chicken Yeah, come on, come on Come on an' yell out, baby Down from the edge of London The Rock City rebels came From another edge of London Skinhead gangs call out their name But not the Zydeco kids from the high rise Though they can't be recognized When you hear a Cajun fiddle then you're nearly in the middle Of the last gang in town (Chorus) Where are they now? Where are they now?