Suburban Rebels

Oi
 They're the sons and daughters of well off bankers
 Tom Robinsons' army of trendy wankers
 Flared blue jeans and anoraks
 With yellow streaks all down their backs
 Who act so tough when their on TV
 But trendy wankers don't scare me
 Oi!, Oi! Oi! Chosen few
 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 would be urban terrorists
 You don't scare us with your badges and banners
 You know fuck all about heavy manners
 You're the middle class kiddies from public schools
 Who write the slogans on the toilet walls
 Like Tony Benn's clones in plastic masks
 You wave a hammer and sickle, never Union Jacks
 Got lots of mouth when your in a crowd
 But when you're alone you don't speak loud
 Oi!, Oi! Oi! Chosen few
 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 would be urban terrorists
 You don't scare us with your badges and banners
 You know fuck all about heavy manners