Everybodys looking for last gang in town

You better watch out for theyre all comin around



The sport of today is exciting

The in crowd are into infighting

When some punk sees some rock-olla

Its rock and roll all over

In every street and every station

Kids fight like different nations

And its brawn against brain

And its knife against chain

But its all young blood

Flowing down the drain



The crops hit the stiffs

An the spikes whipped the quiffs

Theyre all looking round



For the last gang in town



Meanwhile down in black town

Those old soul rebels are haingin around

An when some punk come alooking for sound

Rastaferi goes to ground

The white heart flipped his pocket dipped

cos a black sharp knife never slips

And they never say to one antoher

That tomorrow we might kill our brothers



Down from the edge of london

The rockabily rebels came

From another edge of london

Skinhead gangs call out their name

But not the zydeco kids

From the high rise

Though they cant be recognized

When you hear a cajun fiddle

Then youre nearly in the middle

Of the last gang in town