Everybody's looking for
Last gang in town
You better watch out for
They're all comin' aroundThe sport of today is exciting
The in crowd are into infighting
When some punk sees some rock-olla
It's rock and roll all overIn every street and every station
Kids fight like different nations
And it's brawn against brain and knife against chain
But it's all young blood flowing down the drainThe crops hit the stiffs an' the spikes whipped the quiffs
They're all looking 'round
The crops hit the stiffs an' the spikes whipped the quiffs
They're all looking 'round for the last gang in townMeanwhile down in black town
Those old soul rebels are haingin' around
An' when some punk come looking for sound
Rastaferi goes to groundThe white heart flipped the pocket dipped
'Cos a black sharp knife never slips
And they never say to one another
That tomorrow we might kill our brotherThe crops hit the stiffs an' the spikes whipped the quiffs
They're all looking 'round
The crops hit the stiffs an' the spikes whipped the quiffs
They're all looking 'round for the last gang in townOh, come on, come on
[Incomprehensible]
Yeah, come on, come on
Come on an' yell out, babyDown from the edge of London
The Rockabily rebels came
From another edge of London
Skinhead gangs call out their nameBut not the Zydeco kids from the high rise
Though they can't be recognized
When you hear a cajun fiddle then you're nearly in the middle
Of the last gang in townThe crops hit the stiffs an' the spikes whipped the quiffs
Now, they're all looking 'round
The crops hit the stiffs an' the spikes whipped the quiffs
They're all looking 'round for the last gang in townWhere are they now?
Where are they now?