Lyrics
Appears on:
Rock 'N' Roll Liquorice Flavour
Marc Riley - Vocals, Guitar
Eddie Fenn - Drums, Guitar, Piano
Phil Roberts - Bass, Vocals
Mark Tilton - Guitar
Simon Taylor - Guitar
Let me tell you of a story of old
About a skinhead with a heart of gold
Who was chased down Dickinson Road
By some people that he didn't even know
Because he had a shiny bonce
Because he had size ten feet
He was taken for a fascist slug
But a nicer bloke you'd never even meet
The same thing happened to me
I was taken as a racist brat
By a sensitive young journalist girl
And with pointed teeth and a cricket bat
But what about Black Dwarf she said
She ends up with a jackboot in her head
She was in for a terrible fright
When in less than a minute I caught her a right
It was left for me to correct
Showed her my tortured artist affect
I'm gonna see it through to the end
Gonna stick my neck out with my friends
But what can a poor boy do
'Cept to play in a rock 'n' roll band
'Cos his sleepy London town
know it ain't no good for a street fightin' man
Now who was it that said that first
And who really gives a damn
But I tell you that the gang was right
This place it ain't no good for a stage fightin' man
I'm gonna see it through to the end
Gonna stick my neck out with my friends
Yes, I'm gonna see it through to the end
Gonna stick my neck out with my friends
Yes, I'm gonna see it through to the end
Gonna stick my neck out with my friends
I'm gonna sing this song to the end
Gonna stick my neck out with my friends
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