Rude Boy Lyrics

Hey Rudeboy, I see you walking down the street in your
$200 suit and your spit shine Doc Martens on, on your way
downtown to see a Ska show. Rudeboy, you're so cool.

Rudeboy. Skinhead. Asshole.

You tell me you believe in the Spirit of '69, Rudeboy.
Man, you were in f*cking diapers back then, who are you
kidding? And what is Ska music? That's like second-rate beach blanket music.

Rudeboy. Skinhead. Asshole.

I see you lowlife rudeboys walking down the street, I
just wanna mash your brains in, and eat your f*ckin'
eyeballs, and cut your bellies open, and f*ckin' wipe my
ass on your entrails!

Rudeboy. Skinhead. Asshole.

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