| They’re the sons and daughters of well bankers
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| Tom Robinson’s army of trendy wankers
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| Flared blue jeans and anoracks
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| With yellow streaks all down their backs
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| Who act so tough when their on tv
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| But trendy wankers don’t scare me
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| Oi!, Oi! |
| Oi! |
| Chosen few
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| This is what we think of you
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| Oi!, Oi! |
| Oi! |
| Chosen few
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| This is what we think of you
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| Suburban rebels playing at reds
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| You wouldn’t be urban terrorists
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| You don’t scare us with your badges and banners
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| You know fuck all about having manners
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| You’re the middle class kiddies from public school
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| Who write the slogans on toilet walls
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| Like Tony clones in plastic masks
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| You wave a hammer sickle, never Union Jacks
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| Got lots of mouth when your in a crowd
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| But when your alone you don’t speak loud
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| Oi! |
| Oi! |
| Oi! |
| Chosen few
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| This is what we think of you
|
| Oi! |
| Oi! |
| Oi! |
| Chosen few
|
| This is what we think of you
|
| Suburban rebels playing at reds
|
| You wouldn’t be urban terrorists
|
| You don’t scare us with your badges and banners
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| You know fuck all about having manners |