Scrapy The Boys Are Back
For nearly ten years know I keep on rock'n'rollin'!
With the punkrock boys I keep on roamin'...
Up the highways...Down go the whiskeys!
And 'cause the dead city calls still keep us goin',
you should run...run down the streets and tell...
tell the kids the boys are back !!
Back in the town where the reds keep winnin'
In the City of Gods a streetchoir's singin'
Hey brown eyed girl it's true, i was in love with you !
And 'cause the wind of revolution is still blowin',
you should run...run down the streets and tell...
tell the kids the boys are back!!
Pomade in your hair – Greasers everywhere!
New Burton suits – Old converse shoes!
Rude boys there – Two Tone flair!
Music gets you everywhere!!
Another day, another town
Sometimes up...but mostly down!
Today I'm going back where my heart belongs to!
And 'cause you're not a lonely whistle in the wind,
you should run...run down the streets and tell...
tell the kids the boys are back!!
Pomade in your hair...
Oh – The Boys are back
You should run ...
run down the streets and tell ...
tell the kids, that the boys are back!!
