Lyrics:

Watching the people get lairy

Is not very pretty I tell thee

Walking through town is quite scary

And not very sensible either

A friend of a friend he got beaten

He looked the wrong way at a policeman

Would never have happened to Smeaton

And old Leodiensian

La-ah-ah, la la lalala la

Ah-ah-ah, la la lalala la



I predict a riot, I predict a riot

I predict a riot, I predict a riot



I tried to get in my taxi

A man in a tracksuit attacked me

He said that he saw it before me

Wants to get things a bit gory

Girls run around with no clothes on

To borrow a pound for a condom

If it wasn't for chip fat, well they'd be frozen

They're not very sensible



La-ah-ah, la la lalala la

Ah-ah-ah, la la lalala la



I predict a riot, I predict a riot

I predict a riot, I predict a riot



And if there's anybody left in here

That doesn't want to be out there



Watching the people get lairy

Is not very pretty I tell thee

Walking through town is quite scary

And not very sensible



La-ah-ah, la la lalala la

Ah-ah-ah, la la lalala la



I predict a riot, I predict a riot

I predict a riot, I predict a riot



And if there's anybody left in here

That doesn't want to be out there



I predict a riot, I predict a riot

I predict a riot, I predict a riot