Porter and ska are traditional brands I ‘m sitting in the bar with my friends We’re local, simple white guys We don’t afraid of bad times We’re not cockneys “Hey, sorry my” We’re drinking in the pub, my friends and I Old British pintas is the correct in size, Leaving behind us bad times This place is scosy not badly service But that ugly scum makes us nervous “You’re not welcome” is in our eyes You better get out bad times
Poor or middle, student or worker Stoat or thin, gloomy or joker It’s no matter be ready to rise And struggle against bad times