Summer Bovver - 04.09.2025

The weather's fine, so we're all out on the town
It's boiling hot, and there's bovver all around
Everywhere I look I see hordes of nazi clowns
And so it falls to us to beat those fucking cunts
We're not soldiers, just a bunch of kids with scars
But in the papers we look like bloody stars
Sambas and boots, chains, and polo shirts
Belts and braces, jeans and tartan skirts
We're not all men, but we've all got fucking balls
And we'll always go wherever duty calls

Cover yourself with a flag
We're done arguing with you
Feel free to moan and slag
Tonight we're the many, you're the few
Catch a Millwall to the face
And show the other cheek
Quit this town and leave no trace
We're tired of hearing you speak