It's my life and I live my own way
don't carry no banners, ain't got much to say
totally sussed in the boots I wear
already convicted coz of the crop of my hair
been drinking all night and I'm all fucked up
I head to the disco and I smash it up
the papers make me look like a real outlaw
cops say "Spread'em up, against the wall"
Hear our shouting and our boots go marching in the dead of night
papers say I'm trouble, born and bred in the gutter, but still I insist I'm alright
I'm a 20th century casualty, I'm a young partisan
I may not have much, but I got my friends and I got my rebel songs
CHORUS
2x I'm a bovver boy, I'm a bovver boy
