Right now I think I'm better off out
With a packet of snouts and a shivering face
Than the place called home I just come from
There's trouble brewing it wouldn't be long
Back with the boys go spitting in the park
With the freezing outlooks and boiling hearts
Buyright cowboys eyes like my mischeif
A possie on pushbikes looking for business
Hoods up in flying formation chase the memories away
Like little pretenders to the old east enders
A Ronnie and Reggie craze
Pray to the alter of the old bus stop
Pray for a better off life
'Till a distant war drums heavy inside
Woss up with Paul, he's pullin out a knife
"Oi Paul!" I said "your off your face if you think there's glory
It's East 1 mate not West Side Story
Put the fucking knife away
Or they'll bang you up for the rest of your days"
He looks at me with the devil in his eyes
"Are you on my side or are you mechanised?!"
I don't need you no more, I'm better on me own
and with a stab stab stab he left me in the road
Hoods up in flying formation see the old gentleman run
Like little pretenders to the old East Enders
"You ain't no gangster son"
You know I fought two wars for your skinny behinds
Your kind don't deserve pro life
Till a distant war drums heavy inside as I fall to the floor
Paul's pullin' out a knife
He's given up on life
Stupid!
Hoods up in flying formation chase the memories away
Like little pretenders to the old East Enders riding to a better day
Pray to the alter of the old bus stop
Pray for a better off life
Till a distant war drums heavy inside
Woss up with Paul, he's pullin' out a knife
And I'm burning inside