O it is funny what they say
I’m laughing all the way to the grave.
O life is such a joke, a punch line in the throat
These barely eaten, panic stricken, kids of only 17
They don’t know what you mean, but they love the London scene
They love the London scene
And they can sing their Cobain blues and click their reddest velvet shoes
O Doherty them up, cause they don’t give a fuck
La La La La La La La Laaaaa
We love our rock and roll, the gypsy rags and mindless goals
La La La La La La La Laaaaa
We come from Dover, up through Kent
We come from Brighton, bust and bent
Bruised and broken like the blues
We wanna fight, we wanna loose
All you Uni-Libertines, that piece of paper of your dreams
Billy’s right, your idea’s shit, and I’m fucking sick of this
La La La La La La La Laaaaa
We love our rock and roll, the gypsy rags and mindless goals
La La La La La La La Laaaaa