What is there
To be said about
Hooliganism that's not
Been said before?
That's not been acted
By thought and deed?
Prolly in an alley
With whores galore?
Please bear with me,
And thanks for not bleeding on the carpet
Wile I rant and rave
Muppet

Well us hooligans are
Sharks
Always skylark
Walking green mile
With a crocodile smile
Won't tealeaf your teeth
Stroking grandmother cats
Always dwelling lord lux
Phat gangsters contually
On the pillage
In the flux
Whering white not black hat
The 40:4 from Eccles to Camberwick green
Via the roivour and the libary
Chavvy, you know what I mean?
Always active
Nevor roll on for anyone

I get by with my DLA
Vandals for life
Enuff trouble
And strike

I got to stop this poem
$because my Mum's fat cat
is sat
On my black jacket
She hasn't got a hope
Of being a guardian to Heaven
Cos I'm a freestyling hooligan bloke
And there enougth rope to hang me
For I am too ambidexotous
Bonafie
And jolly
I'm not shark
Honestly
Stand on me
Free as Eire

I'm about as dangerous
As a pooble in a car park.