Rude Boy Lyrics

Sfa Rude Boy

Hey Rudeboy, I see you walking down the street in your
$200 suit and your spit shine Doc Martens on, on your way
downtown to see a Ska show. Rudeboy, you're so cool.

Rudeboy. Skinhead. Asshole.

You tell me you believe in the Spirit of '69, Rudeboy.
Man, you were in f..cking diapers back then, who are you
kidding? And what is Ska music? That's like second-rate
beach blanket music.

Rudeboy. Skinhead. Asshole.

I see you lowlife rudeboys walking down the street, I
just wanna mash your brains in, and eat your f..ckin'
eyeballs, and cut your bellies open, and f..ckin' wipe my
ass on your entrails!

Rudeboy. Skinhead. Asshole.