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Everybodys looking for last gang in town
You better watch out for theyre all comin around

The sport of today is exciting
The in crowd are into infighting
When some punk sees some rock-olla
Its rock and roll all over
In every street and every station
Kids fight like different nations
And its brawn against brain
And its knife against chain
But its all young blood
Flowing down the drain

The crops hit the stiffs
An the spikes whipped the quiffs
Theyre all looking round

For the last gang in town

Meanwhile down in black town
Those old soul rebels are haingin around
An when some punk come alooking for sound
Rastaferi goes to ground
The white heart flipped his pocket dipped
cos a black sharp knife never slips
And they never say to one antoher
That tomorrow we might kill our brothers

Down from the edge of london
The rockabily rebels came
From another edge of london
Skinhead gangs call out their name
But not the zydeco kids
From the high rise
Though they cant be recognized
When you hear a cajun fiddle
Then youre nearly in the middle
Of the last gang in town