There's a handy little firm at the game today Having a laugh for causing trouble on way Rucking on the terraces, bundles in the street Fighting for glory in half lit streets Gonna take away my ID card But you'll never get me at Scotland Yard
It's gonna go off in the center of town Where the boys know no one shoves you around Pulling down fences, smashing up bars Putting out books through brand new cars Sago star burst, it won't let Tesco But they never get me on video