Lyrics:

Wearing boots and short hair cuts
We will kick you in the gut
But no luck they've all grown up
They drink tea from a cup
Some get married and settle down
Others they leave for a foreign town
Fighting gangs every night
We use sticks hit 'em in the Kite
(C) Where have all the boot boys gone ?
Hammy, Jacko, Boots and John

Where have all the boot boys gone ?
It looks like I'm the only one. The one !!!!!
Friday came we go to a dance hall
Battering stuff we have a ball
We don't know what we've done
We go see United coz we're having fun
We get released on 50 quid bail
But I know I'll end up in jail
I was a leader I was so proud
I hung with a gang, what a crowd

(C)
Now its been five years or more
I'm a skin don't know what for
I don't know what I am
I don't see or give a d***
I must stop this M.O.D
I must try, try and be me
I must listen. I must try
I must move. Move or die !
(c)




C'mon. Do ya wanna scrap ?
Get Ready then. Where have all the boot boys gone ?