Rudeboy

Rudeboy Lyrics

Hey Rudeboy, I see you walking down the street in your $200 suit and your spit shine Doc Martens on, on your way downtown to see a Ska show. Rudeboy, you're so cool.

Rudeboy. Skinhead. a**hole.

You tell me you believe in the Spirit of '69, Rudeboy. Man, you were in f**king diapers back then, who are you kidding? And what is Ska music? That's like second-rate beach blanket music.

Rudeboy. Skinhead. a**hole.

I see you lowlife rudeboys walking down the street, I just wanna mash your brains in, and eat your f**kin' eyeballs, and cut your bellies open, and f**kin' wipe my ass on your entrails!

Rudeboy. Skinhead. a**hole.