Pulling On The Boots

You walk down the street, enter a bar, you have to put up with four smelly hippies
You don't like them, you're about to explode
Skinhead, Skinhead go out and fight, skinhead, skinhead they won't stop you, in all the fights there you'll be
Skinhead. Skinhead always in the mess
Skinhead, Skinhead, it's your fun.

You're with the people in the usual place, drinking calmly and a hippie-punk appears
You get up, you're going to kick him

Skinhead, Skinhead go out and fight, skinhead, skinhead they won't stop you, in all the fights there you'll be
Skinhead. Skinhead always in the mess
Skinhead, Skinhead, it's your fun.

You have to go through the nightclub and some idiots start messing with you
You're about to pull out your brass knuckles

Skinhead, Skinhead go out and fight, in all the fights there you'll be
Skinhead. Skinhead always in the mess
Skinhead, Skinhead, it's your fun.

You're fed up with so much work and the boss comes and says you have to work more
You grab him by the neck, he's going to find out

Skinhead, Skinhead go out and fight, Skinhead, Skinhead go out and fight in all the fights there you'll be
Skinhead. Skinhead always in the mess
Skinhead, Skinhead, it's your fun.