Wearing boots and short hair cuts.
We will kick you in the gut,
But no luck they've all grown up.
They drink tea from a cup.
Some get married and settle down.
Others they leave for a foreign town.
Fighting gangs every night.
We use sticks hit 'em in the Kite.

(C) Where have all the boot boys gone ?
Hammy, Jacko, Boots and John
Where have all the boot boys gone ?
It looks like I'm the only one. The one !!!!!

Friday came we go to a dance hall.
Battering stuff we have a ball .
We don't know what we've done.
We go see United coz we're having fun
We get released on 50 quid bail.
But I know I'll end up in jail.
I was a leader I was so proud .
I hang with a gang, what a crowd

(C)

Now its been five years or more.
I'm a skin don't know what for .
I don't know what I am.
I don't see or give a d___ .
I must stop this M.O.D
I must try, try and be me.
I must listen. I must try.
I must move. Move or die !

(C)

C'mon. Do ya wanna scrap ?
Get Ready then. Where have all the boot boys gone ?

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