S.F.A. - Rude Boy lyrics

Hey Rudeboy, I see you walking down the street in your $200 suit and your spit shine Doc Martens on, on your way downtown to see a Ska show. Rudeboy, you're so cool. Rudeboy. Skinhead. a**hole. You tell me you believe in the Spirit of '69, Rudeboy. Man, you were in f**ing diapers back then, who are you kidding? And what is Ska music? That's like second-rate beach blanket music. Rudeboy. Skinhead. a**hole. I see you lowlife rudeboys walking down the street, I just wanna mash your brains in, and eat your f**in' eyeballs, and cut your bellies open, and f**in' wipe my a** on your entrails! Rudeboy. Skinhead. a**hole.