Late night at Penn State, We exit from the bar, stagger up the stairs and wish we had a car. ‘Cos it’s a long walk home and pretty fucking cold. We chat with skins we meet, About the days of old and bands from skating days. gbh and Tendencies. Black Flag and Kennedys. And everything in between, Into a crash course of just what skins enjoy. They hollered loud and proud. Oi! Oi! Oi! Oi!
So raise your fist in skinhead bliss. So raise your fist to a way of life.
We start our voyage home, Out in the bitter cold. And in a drunken state, We travel up the road. Slowly step by step we drag our drunken guide. Up pulls the rhino yelling “Hey would you like a ride?”
Oi! Oi! To the albino rhino. Oi! Oi! To the new friends we made. Oi! Oi! To the albino rhino.
So raise you fist like this, in joyous skinhead bliss. So raise your fist like this. Raise your fist now like this.
We reached our place at last and chatted over bears And listened to stories of a skinhead pioneer. Then said goodbye and it was nearly dawn. I thanked them for the ride and travelled on. If you’re ever at Penn State And exit from the bar And stagger up the stairs And wish you had a car And walking in the cold is what you don’t enjoy, Look for the rhino van and holler, Oi! Oi! Oi!