Three punks sitting in a pub saloon In the town centre on a saturday afternoon Time to drink up 'cos it's half past two Now the punks just haven't a clue what to do They walked into town to buy a cup of tea Then they walked around the shops to see what they can see The town is crowded, with mummies and dads With their little kiddies hanging onto their hands Then they see a gang of rockabills D'a's and leather, they were dressed to kill The crowd was at least 15 strong And we all knew we didn't have very long Rockabill - you're so butch You sure three of us ain't too much 15 of you and only 3 of us You still have to us an iron bar They followed us into the market hall And then they trapped us up against a market stall We all knew we were as good as dead And then I got a crowbar smashed in my headTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
