Wearing boots and short hair cuts
We will kick you in the guts
But no luck they've all grown up
They drink tea in a cup
Some get married and settle down
Other's they leave for a foreign town
Fighting gangs every night.
We use sticks, hit them in the kite
Where have all the boot boys gone
Hammy, Jacko, Bugs and John
Where have all the boot boys gone
It looks like I'm the only one, the one
Friday came we go to a dance hall
Battering snobs we'd have a ball
We don't know what we've done
We go see United 'cos we're having fun
We get released on fifty quid bail
But I know I'll end up in jail
I was a leader I was so proud
I hung with a gang, what a crowd
Now its been five years or more
I'm a skin don't know what for
I don't know what I am
I don't see or give a damn
I must stop this M.O.D.
I must try, try and be me
I must listen I must try.
I must move, Move or die
C'mon. Do ya wanna scrap?
Get Ready then. Where have all the boot boys gone?