Lyrics

Hello. I am a skinhead.
I like that name because my head has skin.
That skin on my head should not have any hair
Because hair gets in the way of the Working Class,
And I would rather work than sit on my ass,
Straining to see through some stupid hippie hair mass.
Yeah, working and binge-drinking rot-gut beer are really the best!

My head has skin, and you can see it.
I like to wear flight jackets, Fred Perrys, and big boots.
I dance the skank, and have no cultural diversity.
I'm just a skid mark in the underwear of your city.

Let's start a pointless rally -
Put on your suspenders!
You bring the Old English,
And we'll both go on benders!
I'm good friends with all the Public Defenders,
And even if we get thrown in jail,
We'll be so blacked-out that we won't even remember!

My head has skin, and you can see it.
I like to wear flight jackets, Fred Perrys, and big boots.
I dance the skank, and have no cultural diversity.
I'm just a skid mark in the underwear of your city.

Oi! Oi!
Look at me, my head has tons of skin.
Oi! Oi!
I need to feel accepted.
Oi! Oi!
Won't even grow hair on my chin.
Oi! Oi!
I don't like being rejected.

My head has skin, and you can see it.
I like to wear flight jackets, Fred Perrys, and big boots.
I dance the skank, and have no cultural diversity.
I'm just a skid mark in the underwear of your city.