[Verse 1]
Everybody's looking for
Last gang in town
You better watch out for
They're all coming around
The sport of today is exciting
The in crowd are into infighting
When some punk sees some rock-olla
It's rock and roll all over
In every street and every station
Kids fight like different nations
And it's brawn against brain and knife against chain
But it's all young blood flowing down the drain
[Chorus]
The crops hit the stiffs anf the spikes whipped the quiffs
They're all looking around
The crops hit the stiffs and the spikes whipped the quiffs
They're all looking around for the last gang in town
[Verse 2]
Meanwhile down in black town
Those old soul rebels are hainging around
And when some punk come looking for sound
Rastaferi goes to ground
The white heart flipped the pocket dipped
Because a black sharp knife never slips
And they never say to one another
That tomorrow we might k** our brother
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
Oh, come on, come on
Yeah, Kentucky Fried Chicken
Yeah, come on, come on
Come on an' yell out, baby
[Verse 3]
Down from the edge of London
The Rockabily rebels came
From another edge of London
Skinhead gangs call out their name
But not the Zydeco kids from the high rise
Though they can't be recognized
When you hear a cajun fiddle then you're nearly in the middle
Of the last gang in town
[Chorus]
[Outro]
Where are they now?[x2]