Pulling on the boots and stroking up the laces Shaving our heads and strapping on the braces now you are a skinhead, looking for a fight Skinhead, Skinhead, running through the night
Skinhead, Skinhead, running through the night Making lots of trouble, starting lots of fights Skinhead, Skinhead, getting really pissed Skinhead, Skinhead, tattooed on my wrist
Lurking in the lane way waiting for the scum Smash the yellow faces, kick their fucking bums When they beg for mercy, we will show none Skinhead, skinhead, till the job is done
Skinhead, Skinhead, putting on the boots Looking for a street fight, looking for a root. Skinhead, Skinhead, running through the place Skinhead, Skinhead, stomping on your face!
When the coppers see us, at first they pull a gun But when they see us come towards, then they start to run When we wear our badges, it makes us feel proud Skinhead, Skinhead, shout it out loud!
Skinhead, Skinhead, running through the night Making lots of trouble, starting lots of fights Skinhead, Skinhead, getting really pissed Skinhead, Skinhead, tattooed on my wrist