Hey Rudeboy, I see you walking down the street in your $200 suit and your spit shine Doc Martens on, on your way downtown to see a Ska show. Rudeboy, you're so cool.
Rudeboy. Skinhead. a******.
You tell me you believe in the Spirit of '69, Rudeboy. Man, you were in f****** diapers back then, who are you kidding? And what is Ska music? That's like second-rate beach blanket music.
Rudeboy. Skinhead. a******.
I see you lowlife rudeboys walking down the street, I just wanna mash your brains in, and eat your f*****' eyeballs, and cut your bellies open, and f*****' wipe my a** on your entrails!
Rudeboy. Skinhead. a******.
Rudeboy. Skinhead. a******.
You tell me you believe in the Spirit of '69, Rudeboy. Man, you were in f****** diapers back then, who are you kidding? And what is Ska music? That's like second-rate beach blanket music.
Rudeboy. Skinhead. a******.
I see you lowlife rudeboys walking down the street, I just wanna mash your brains in, and eat your f*****' eyeballs, and cut your bellies open, and f*****' wipe my a** on your entrails!
Rudeboy. Skinhead. a******.