Soul Boys

There they go wearing baggy pants, Silent shoes, press on lash. The way they dance makes me sick, All of them a bunch of pricks. Soulboys with a wired shirts, On the lookout for teenage sluts. Did you get it? Did you score? Did you fuck the little whore? I don't care a shit about it, I don't give a fucking shit about you! About you! about you! Soulboys are a bunch of cunts, There just a load of fucking runts! They can't fight, they can't scrap, All they do is Riot! Riot! Riot! Riot! With Pointed Shoes and purple hair, Go to a disco, stand and stare. When you get there you start on a pose, What you need is a punch on the nose! On the Nose!, On the Nose!, On the Nose!, A Punch On The Nose!