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Cockney Reject

Are You Ready To Ruck

ARE YOU READY TO RUCK!!! There ain’t gonna be no argument There ain’t gonna be no sentiment I don't like what you just said Now I'm gonna smash your head

R-R-R-R-R are you ready to ruck R-R-R-R-R are you ready to ruck

I don't care if you use a glass I'm gonna put you on your arse You ain’t gonna want no more Cos you're gonna end up on the floor

R-R-R-R-R are you ready to ruck R-R-R-R-R are you ready to ruck

There ain’t goona be no argument There ain’t gonna be no sentiment I'm gonna steam you cos I don't care First the rules, there's no pulling hair

R-R-R-R-R are you ready to ruck R-R-R-R-R are you ready to ruck are you ready to ruck are you ready to ruck are you ready to ruck are you ready to ruck

Bad Man

So you, you tell me why you always let me down And you, you tell me why you give me the run-around There's no answer for half the things that you've done So just you remember that I'll always owe you one You're a bad man One day, you'll realise just what you've done to me One day you'll realise what you've done to your family Yeah you've gotta, gotta be the worst geezer around Everyone they know that you never buy a round You're a bad man You treat your mother as bad as bad could be You even pay your gambling debts out of the gas money You ain’t got no true mates, you're your own biggest fan So just you remember you're a dirty no good bad man You're a bad man Go on pinch your old man's money, go on Don't turn out for the football, you're a badman Leave your bird on her own, never tell her anything Never give her no money to buy either, you're a badman You're dirty. you're no good, you're a rotter And we all know that, you're a bad man You're a bad man

Fighting in the Streets

You're walking along quietly There's the sound of running feet You turn around the corner There's fighting on the street See all the kids, they wanna good time They all wanna get stuck in Don't know, don't care I f they're fighting for a cause As long as they get one in

Go We're fighting in the streets

You all look for solutions But you can rack your brains No matter what the government do It's never ever gonna change Wankers hand out leaflets They'll never ever let it be I don't care what they do But they'd better not come near me

Go We're fighting in the streets

You're walking along quietly There's the sound of running feet You turn around the corner There's fighting on the street See all the kids they wanna good time They all wanna get stuck in Don't know, dont care if they're fighting for a cause As long as they get one in

We're always fighting in the streets We're always fighting in the streets We're always fighting in the streets We're always fighting in the streets

Flares And Slippers

Saw you walking down the street Flares n slippers on your feet You're a gnome from head to toe Are you smart? No no no

Flares n slippers, flares n slippers flares n slippers - oi! Flares n slippers, flares n slippers flares n slippers are on your feet

Saw you walking down the street Flares n slippers on your feet Five-foot-one fat bottom guy His body's shot, let them die

Flares n slippers flares n slippers flares n slippers - oi! Flares n slippers flares n slippers flares n slippers are on your feet

Saw you walking down the street Flares n slippers on your feet You're a gnome from head to toe Are you smart? No no no

Flares n slippers flares n slippers flares n slippers - oi!

The Greatest Cockney Rip Off

It was the greatest cockney rip off

I'd like to thank my mum and dad They gave me the best times that I ever had My mates never believed me when I was at school I had the last laugh, Up You All!

It was the greatest cockney rip off

While they pay to get on the bus We drive around with the company's trust We all know that we're the best So job the press and all the rest!

It was the greatest cockney rip off

Maybe it's because I'm a Londoner That I love London town

Oily rag spam How yer goin’ me ol' china Well in order mate innit We’re firm-handed pal

It was the greatest cockney rip off

It was the greatest cockney rip off of all

Headbanger

I can't resist loud music I could hear it until I drop I've got scruffy jeans and bikers boots and my hair is like a mop

Headbanger

Say that I'm a drop out The fact is that you're right I'd love to watch my ears drop off Cause I'm headbanging all night

I'm Forever blowing Bubbles

I'm forever blowing bubbles, Pretty bubbles in the air, They fly so high, nearly reach the sky, Then like my dreams they fade and die. Fortune's always hiding, I've looked everywhere, I'm forever blowing bubbles, Pretty bubbles in the air.

I'm dreaming dreams, I'm scheming schemes, I'm building castles high. They're born anew, their days are few, Just like a sweet butterfly. And as the daylight is dawning, They come again in the morning! [Chorus]

When shadows creep, when I'm asleep, To lands of hope I stray! Then at daybreak, when I awake, My bluebird flutters away. Happiness, you seem so near me, Happiness, come forth and cheer me! [Chorus]

Join The Rejects

Here comes the new punk

Do you remember 1977? Daddy of the gang said that you'll go to heaven Every word a lie and none the truth S o here's a message for today's youth

Join the Rejects and get yourself killed

I wanna go back to where it all began I wanna do a gig in my back garden Wanna have a laugh before the press get in If you give 'em half a chance They'll kill the fucking thing

Oi! Oi! Oi!

Hear that cry throughout the streets, we know just what it means And even to the ignorant, it aint what it seems Through every shitty backstreet, the kids are all around They all come to join the fun, cos they know that sound They all try to ignore us, but we wont let 'em win The wankers try to put us down, but we will smash them in We all say, that they are full of shit

I'm running down the backstreet Oi! Oi! Oi! I’m running and I’m free Oi! Oi! Oi! Cos we all know that's the sound of the streets

I’m running down the backstreet Oi! Oi! Oi! Dr Martens on our feet Oi! Oi! Oi! And you're all running down a back street with me

The kids they come from everywhere, the east end is all around They all know what it means, when they hear the sound So you know what to do, when you hear the call Put on your boots and ‘Arrys on, and kick down that fucking wall You can listen to politicians, they'll lead you astray You're gotta see the light and your gotta see the way We all know that there's nothing like us

I’m running down a back street Oi! Oi! Oi! And we're never giving in Oi! Oi! Oi! Cos we all know that we're gonna fucking win

I’m running down a back street Oi! Oi! Oi! And we're here to stay Oi! Oi! Oi! We all know that the firm are on their way

Police Car

I like punk and I like sham - I got nicked over at West Ham! I'm a fool I guess it's true For all I know, I was in the back with you! In a Police Car! Police Car! Police Car! Police Car!

The pigs come in an hour later. They were looking for a guy named Freddie Jasper We said we hadn’t seen him, they knew we’d lied For if we did, we’d be taken for a ride. In the back of a Police Car! Police Car! Police Car! Police Car!

Shitter

Shitter look what you've done to me Shitter just can't you see

You left me when we sprayed that car Couldn't find you, you ran so far Geezer gave me a good slap Now I wanna get you back

You've really gone and done it now You left me when we had a row You weren't there to help me You was back at home eating your tea

You left me when we sprayed that car Couldn't find you, you ran so far You're the biggest shitter I've ever seen You're the biggest bottle there has ever been

War On The Terraces

GO! It's all gone quiet over there The seats and the stands are bare, You remember not long ago All the times that we battled there. The sun shines right on the gutter And you remember that he was there, You should know, weren’t too long ago That you grabbed him by his hair.

War on the terraces War on the terraces It was war on the terraces War on the terraces

The local pub, it stands silent Opening time will be soon Remember the pints we sank They told us just what to do Do you remember those wagons They took us straight down the nick And when you think back to it Don't it make you feel like a prick?

War on the terraces War on the terraces It was war on the terraces War on the terraces

So you look out, on the terrace And a smile, yeah it breaks your face. Cos soon the younger generation, Will be here to take your place

War on the terraces War on the terraces It was war on the terraces War on the terraces

We Can Do Anything

So they say that we're on the way out They say it’s all just hype Just take a look at the fear in their eyes Cos it's the in thing to abuse us Behind our backs of course They shroud the truth With their own brand of lies But we dont care what they say We will never be put away Cos we're all having the times of our lives

Cos we're gonna do just anything We're gonna sing what we wanna sing And we'll wade thru anything that you say

We're all having too much fun We cant stop we've only just begun We're gonna carry on for another day

Now you keep giving us verbal When we're not around When we're there you don’t utter a sound You'd better stop it You ain’t getting nowhere And it's too easy to smash You right into the ground Right into the ground

Where The Hell Is Babylon

No matter what the people say These songs lead the way It's the order of the day From your boss DJ I can't skank Hunted from the top To the very last drop Where the Hell is Babylon?

Where the Hell is Babylon? I just wanna know Heard so much about the place, now I wanna go Where the Hell is Babylon? Does such a place exist? Is it real, or is it a myth, is it back there in the mist?

Alright!

Where the Hell is Babylon? I wanna go today But before I leave the house, I've gotta know the way

Where the Hell is Babylon? I've heard it's lots of fun Can I get there on me bike, or straight up the M1?

Alright! Lets Go! Alright! Lets Go! Alright! Where the Hell is Babylon!?

Where the Hell is Babylon? I just wanna know. Heard so much about the place, and now I wanna go

Where the Hell is Babylon? Does such a place exist? Is it real, or is it a myth, or is it back there in the mist?

Where the Hell? Where the Hell? Where the Hell? Where the Hell? Where the Hell? Where the Hell is Babylon?

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