Long ago in london town
A man called ant sat deeply sighing
He was wondering
Which side of the fence he was on
p**** up your ears...
Time went by and soon
The one was five young hombres
Burning fire
They were in no doubt
Which side of the fence they were on
p**** up your ears (mag-nificent five)...
He who writes in blood
Don't want to be read
He must be learned by heart
He's got to be learned by heart
They believed in s** and looking good
With their own brand of music
They weren't pandering
So which side of the fence
Are you on?
A man called ant sat deeply sighing
He was wondering
Which side of the fence he was on
p**** up your ears...
Time went by and soon
The one was five young hombres
Burning fire
They were in no doubt
Which side of the fence they were on
p**** up your ears (mag-nificent five)...
He who writes in blood
Don't want to be read
He must be learned by heart
He's got to be learned by heart
They believed in s** and looking good
With their own brand of music
They weren't pandering
So which side of the fence
Are you on?