They called our little town Beruit, we grew up there without much loot
Street kids with a attitude, we never had f*** all
On the streets we held our own, we watched the gavers raid another home
Times gone by now, we've all grown with no regrets at all
Chorus:
Oh those were the days, we stood real proud
Those were the days, the revival of the Skinhead
We ruled the streets, stood alone
The revival of the Skinhead, Those were the days
We stood as one, singing this is my... England!
Alcoholics and single mums, wanna' be gangsters on the run
Liberal hippies and junkie scum, down on our state
Teenage birds getting up the duff, posh birds looking for a bit of rough
Have a go Soulboys think they're tough and not a lot has changed
Greasy spoons and early doors, getting nicked for nicking cars
Snakebites on the promenade, graffiti on the walls
Broken windows, littered streets, bunking trains and arcade cheats
Leaves a taste so bittersweet, Britannia rules!
Street kids with a attitude, we never had f*** all
On the streets we held our own, we watched the gavers raid another home
Times gone by now, we've all grown with no regrets at all
Chorus:
Oh those were the days, we stood real proud
Those were the days, the revival of the Skinhead
We ruled the streets, stood alone
The revival of the Skinhead, Those were the days
We stood as one, singing this is my... England!
Alcoholics and single mums, wanna' be gangsters on the run
Liberal hippies and junkie scum, down on our state
Teenage birds getting up the duff, posh birds looking for a bit of rough
Have a go Soulboys think they're tough and not a lot has changed
Greasy spoons and early doors, getting nicked for nicking cars
Snakebites on the promenade, graffiti on the walls
Broken windows, littered streets, bunking trains and arcade cheats
Leaves a taste so bittersweet, Britannia rules!