Lyrics Booze & Glory

Booze & Glory

Joe Hawkins

See him walking down the street

Doctor martens on his feet

Levi jeans, Ben Sherman shirt

Fuck with him and you'll get hurt

He's a skinhead and he don't care

Marten boots and short cropped hair

He's a skinhead and he don't care about you

Walking down on the Brighton pier

Long haired hippies filled with fear

Crunch of bone as boots go in

Joe's so proud to be a skin

Prison couldn't change his ways

Skinhead's back he's here to stay

So if you think you've got the suss

Be a skinhead be like us

He's the king, king of the skins

What's his name? Joe Hawkins