Bovver Rock and Roll

Big heavy shoes and rolled up jeans

Motorcycle boots, cheap gasoline

Detroit engine knows how to scream

Two times the chaos American dream

Cambodia is now on fire

Richard Nixon is a goddamn liar

Silver coffin flying back from the bay

Dirty Harry just shot the SLA

Hey now, hey now

Bovver rock and roll

Hey now, hey now

And we got the soul

Hey now, hey now

Always outta control

Bovver rock and roll

Bovver rock and roll

Charlie O won three in a row

Green and gold just stole the show

Inflation rise, tell it to the bank

Two block lines just to fill the tank

Rock and roll need an eight-track tape

Peace and love is now war and hate

Sun's coming up, now we did alright

Let's do it again next Saturday night

Hey now, hey now

Bovver rock and roll

Hey now, hey now

And we got the soul

Hey now, hey now

Always outta control

Bovver rock and roll

Bovver rock and roll

Hey now, hey now

Bovver rock and roll

Hey now, hey now

Well we got the soul

Hey now, hey now

Always outta control

Bovver rock and roll

Bovver rock and roll

Hey now, hey now

Bovver rock and roll

Hey now, hey now

Yeah we got the soul

Hey now, hey now

We're always outta control

We're bovver rock and roll

We're bovver rock and roll