They say it's time to crack down on what they call obscene But what they meant is blokes like me and the life I chose to lead OK let's have an uproar, their troops are marching in With determination in their eyes they've rallied all again [chorus:] Come on, come on Give me a Petrol Bomb The riotous a**embly is finally marching off A few had luck and could escape the baton-slinging lot Some fellows are arrested, perhaps they're locked away You lift your bottle and set out to have your fun again Pronouncement of the judgement, the youth is led away He wasn't even sixteen and had smashed an offie's pane Put in reformatories where other wa*kers wait Who try to force him in their frame - break out before it's too late Come on, come on Give him a Petrol Bomb Now you speak out against the youth's aggressions Scream and shout, but you taught them how to hate Now you speak out but the account is settled Praise your luck there ain't bullets through your head