Joe Hawkins

See him walking down the street
Doctor martens on his feet
Levi Jeans, Ben Sherman shirt
Fuck with him and you’ll get hurt
He’s a skinhead and he don’t care
Marten boots and short cropped hair
He’s a skinhead
And he don’t care about you
Walking down on the Brighton pier
Long haired hippies filled with fear
Crunch of bone as boots go in
Joe’s so proud to be a skin
Prison couldn’t change his ways
Skinhead’s back, he’s here to stay
So if you think you’ve got the suss
Be a skinhead be like us
He’s the king, king of the skins
What’s his name?
Joe Hawkins