(StrummerJones)



Everybody's looking for last gang in town

You better watch out for they're all comin' around



The sport of today is exciting

The in crowd are into infighting

When some punk sees some rock-olla

It's rock and roll all over

In every street and every station

Kids fight like different nations

And it's brawn against brain

And it's knife against chain

But it's all young blood

Flowing down the drain



The Crops hit the Stiffs

An' the Spikes whipped the Quiffs

They're all looking 'round



For the last gang in town



Meanwhile down in black town

Those old soul rebels are haingin' around

An' when some punk come alooking for sound

Rastaferi goes to ground

The white heart flipped his pocket dipped

'Cos a black sharp knife never slips

And they never say to one antoher

That tomorrow we might kill our brothers



Down from the edge of London

The rockabily rebels came

From another edge of London

Skinhead gangs call out their name

But not the Zydeco kids

From the high rise

Though they can't be recognized

When you hear a cajun fiddle

Then you're nearly in the middle

Of the last gang in town