Everybody's looking for last gang in town
  You better watch out for they're all comin' around
    The sport of today is exciting
  The in crowd are into infighting
  When some punk sees some rock-olla
  It's rock and roll all over
  In every street and every station
  Kids fight like different nations
  And it's brawn against brain
  And it's knife against chain
  But it's all young blood
  Flowing down the drain
    The Crops hit the Stiffs
  An' the Spikes whipped the Quiffs
  They're 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 can't be recognized
  When you hear a cajun fiddle
  Then you're nearly in the middle
  Of the last gang in town