The 79

Took the 79 a fridaynight
With a sixpack of beer and a bottle of wine
It was nine o’clock and I felt fine
Gonna meet the band and get drunk
Stepped out of the bus and looked around
There stood B-boy and Johan
They were drinking beer in the sun
Erik was at the bar
Another night in town
B-boys fooling around
All the shallowed people got us bored
And the cops were shouting — Beat the poor
Two hours 'til midnight, next stop was
The Royal Pub where all the rudekids rock
Erik, the cellblock rebel stood ouside
Tried to charm a rudegirl with a skanking tune
She said — Alright, wanna come inside
So he left us that fridaynight