Oi! Oi! Oi! Oi!... Oi you little dosser, what are you gonna do?   You're hanging around the station with a young blonde to screw   You abuse all the passers-by 'til one of 'em catches your eye   Wolves in a pack, a quick attack, you've killed someone - no turning back   What have you dont? You're up for murder...      Oblivion Generation... Oi!      Now you little fuckwit... you're not going to school   You think that you're acting well 'ard, but you're playing the fool   Now you're old, you're in the cold, like your old man you're on the dole   Living on a big estate just like your mum - a fucking state   What have you got? You've got nothing...      Oblibion Generation... Oi!      Now you're out of prison what are you gonna do?   You're back to your thieving ways - you've got nothing else, nothing to do   Your whole life has been a travesty   Yer going back on holiday care of Her Majesty      Olivion Generation... Oi!       Oblibion Generation... Oi! Oi! Oi! Oi!