They're the sons and daughters of well off bankers   Tom Robinsons' army of trendy wankers   Flared blue jeans and anoracks   With yellow streaks all down their backs   Who act so tough when their on tv   But trendy wankers don't scare me      Oi!, Oi! Oi! Chosen few   This is what we think of you   Surburban rebels playing at reds   You would be urban terrorists   You don't scare us with your badges and banners   You know fuck all about heavy manners      You're the middle class kiddies from public schools   Who write the slogans on the toilet walls   Like Tony Benn's clones in plastic masks   You wave a hammer and sickle, never Union Jacks   Got lots of mouth when your in a crowd   But when your alone you don't speak loud