Songtexte We Are The Teds - Furious

Born in 1953,
Dead and gone we'll never be,
Cos when you're long gone, we'll still be here,
Rollin' around in the blood and the beer,
So pile that grease up on your head,
And tell your ma' you're gonna be a ted...

We Are The Teds!

Your bird looks rough but I don't mind,
A few more ales and you'll be blind,
So I put on my crepes and walk a mile,
Cos' you just can't beat that Ted style,
Now if you're a ted and you're proud to be,
Come along and sing with me...

We Are The Teds!

C'mon, c'mon, c'mon get it on,
I'll mess you up with my cast iron arm,
Cos I hate you one, and I hate you all,
Now Listen to the teddy boys roar,
Now don't get me misunderstood,
I swear that I never did no good...

We Are The Teds!