Rocka Bill - Chron Gen

Three punks sitting in a pub saloon

In the town centre on a Saturday afternoon

Time to drink up cos it s half past two

Now the punks just haven t a clue what to do

They walked into town to buy a cup of tea

Then they walked around the shops

To see what they can see

The town is crowded with mummies and dads

With their little kiddies hanging onto their hands

Then they see a gang of rockabills

D a s and leather they were dressed to kill

The crowd was at least 15 strong

And we all knew we didn t have very long

Rockabill you re so butch

You sure three of us ain t too much

15 of you and only 3 of us

You still have to us an iron bar

They followed us into the market hall

And then they trapped us up against a market stall

We all knew we were as good as dead

And then I got a crowbar smashed in my head

Rockabill you re so butch

You sure three of us ain t too much

15 of you and only 3 of us

You still have to us an iron bar