Lyrics

[Intro] Oi [Verse 1] They're the sons and daughters of well off bankers Tom Robinson's army of trendy wankers Flared blue jeans and anoraks With yellow streaks all down their backs Who act so tough when they're on tv But trendy wankers don't scare me [Pre-Chorus] Oi, oi, oi, chosen few This is what we think of you Oi, oi, oi, chosen few This is what we think of you [Chorus] 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 [Verse 2] You're the middle class kiddies from public school Who write the slogans on the toilet wall Like Tony Benn's clones in plastic packs You wave hammer and sickle, never Union Jacks Got lots of mouth when you're in a crowd But when you're alone, you don't sing loud [Pre-Chorus] Oi, oi, oi, chosen few This is what we think of you Oi, oi, oi, chosen few This is what we think of you [Chorus] 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