In the street of our town

there´s a band on the run.

And they´re always looking for fun.

They left their cell

with a rebel yell

And they headed towards the town.



Oi Oi Oi B-boys on parole.

The streets aint safe no more.

Oi Oi Oi B-boys on parole.

Yeah they have lost all control

Oi Oi Oi B-boys on parole.

Now they are ready to rock´n roll.

Oi Oi Oi B-boys on parole.



Witch converse shoes and cheap tattoos

They´re going out to seek their roots.

Blisterhead the scream and shout

Kick the windows out.



In the street of our town

there´s a band on the run.

And they´re always looking for fun.

They left their cell

with a rebel yell

And they headed towards the town.





They wanna riot, they wanna fight

The kids are ready coz it´s friday night

The punx they know, the word is out,

the hooligans are back so shout.