Danny's doing doves on down the raves
 Terry drinks his money away
 Oh God  and his sons play drums all day

 On the scene  on the dole  in your eyes  in your soul
 The young men
 You are the ones  are the scene  are the sons  are the young men
 Young men  here we  here we go again

 Les says punk isn't dead
 Mick is not impeccably bred
 Paul he just can't get out of bed
 Oh God  and Phil's still off his head

 On the scene, on the dole, in your eyes, in your soul,
 The young men
 You are the ones, are the system, are the sons, are the young men
 Young men, here we, here we go again

 On the scene, on the dole, in your eyes, in your soul, the young men
 You are the ones, are the scene, are the young men
 Cheating on the wives, all shiny suits and lazy lies, the young men
 Insulting everyone, picked up your sister, kicked your son, the young men
 Fighting in the clubs, flash on the streets, cash in the pubs, the young men
 Boozing on the train, p-45's and cheap champagne -- the young men