Pulling on the boots and stroking up the laces
Shaving our heads and strapping on the braces
now you are a skinhead, looking for a fight
Skinhead, Skinhead, running through the night

Skinhead, Skinhead, running through the night
Making lots of trouble, starting lots of fights
Skinhead, Skinhead, getting really pissed
Skinhead, Skinhead, tattooed on my wrist

Lurking in the lane way waiting for the scum
Smash the yellow faces, kick their fucking bums
When they beg for mercy, we will show none
Skinhead, skinhead, till the job is done

Skinhead, Skinhead, putting on the boots
Looking for a street fight, looking for a root.
Skinhead, Skinhead, running through the place
Skinhead, Skinhead, stomping on your face!

When the coppers see us, at first they pull a gun
But when they see us come towards, then they start to run
When we wear our badges, it makes us feel proud
Skinhead, Skinhead, shout it out loud!