Hey Rudeboy, I see you walking down the street in your $200 suit and your spit shine Doc Martens on, on your way downtown to see a Ska show. Rudeboy, you're so cool.
Rudeboy. Skinhead. Asshole.
You tell me you believe in the Spirit of '69, Rudeboy. Man, you were in f*cking diapers back then, who are you kidding? And what is Ska music? That's like second-rate beach blanket music.
Rudeboy. Skinhead. Asshole.
I see you lowlife rudeboys walking down the street, I just wanna mash your brains in, and eat your f*ckin' eyeballs, and cut your bellies open, and f*ckin' wipe my ass on your entrails!
Rudeboy. Skinhead. Asshole.
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Hey Rudeboy, I see you walking down the street in your $200 suit and your spit shine Doc Martens on, on your way downtown to see a Ska show. Rudeboy, you're so cool.
Rudeboy. Skinhead. Asshole.
You tell me you believe in the Spirit of '69, Rudeboy. Man, you were in f*cking diapers back then, who are you kidding? And what is Ska music? That's like second-rate beach blanket music.
Rudeboy. Skinhead. Asshole.
I see you lowlife rudeboys walking down the street, I just wanna mash your brains in, and eat your f*ckin' eyeballs, and cut your bellies open, and f*ckin' wipe my ass on your entrails!
Rudeboy. Skinhead. Asshole.
Rudeboy. Skinhead. Asshole.
You tell me you believe in the Spirit of '69, Rudeboy. Man, you were in f*cking diapers back then, who are you kidding? And what is Ska music? That's like second-rate beach blanket music.
Rudeboy. Skinhead. Asshole.
I see you lowlife rudeboys walking down the street, I just wanna mash your brains in, and eat your f*ckin' eyeballs, and cut your bellies open, and f*ckin' wipe my ass on your entrails!
Rudeboy. Skinhead. Asshole.