We cause anarchy wherever we go Cos our road manager's got b. o . From scotland down to cornwall We done the lot we took them all Naughty things in the dressing room 69 with guitars in tune We're all thugs, let it pass Toothpaste coming up your arse Penfold golf ball on his cheek Big fat toad the ugly freak Crusty pants in the changing room Out the coaches it was a mass moon Batteries and blow jobs here Three's up mother brown appear Wolfie was caught having A laugh and prank And we got rid of luggsy and crank We got rid of his soapy neck Mick got sussed with some old dog Wonder what he was doing in the bog Vince had battles on his face Cos he's acne is a big disgrace Sitting with my pint of draught We all had such a laugh Glen dixon, barry bowers i'm not smelly Stevens bettis had a plate of jelly