Rude & The Gang

Come on, there’s six of us, rude & the gang OK
Come on, we’re dangerous, come on out we’ll play
So we smashed a phonebox, it was terrific jive
But clumsy Clive got glass in his eyes, so now we’re only five
Come on, there’s five of us, rude & the gang OK
Come on, we’re dangerous, come on out we’ll play
So we kicked in a window, laughs galore (ha ha ha)
But silly Sue got blood in her shoe, so now we’re only four
So we got 'em spraycans, for gorey graffiti
But one blew up in Sammy’s hands, so now we’re only three
Hard luck for all of us, but we just can’t be beat
Come on there’s three of us, rude & the gang OK
Come on, we’re dangerous, come on out we’ll play
So they shut our musicpub, youthclub, coffeeshop too
Hard luck for all of us, but let’s stay one the move
Come on there’s three of us, rude & the gang OK
Come on, we’re dangerous, come on out we’ll play-ay-ay
So we cut 'em tires, a lot of fun to do
But gritty Chris cut his wrist, so now we’re only two
Come on there’s two of us, rude & the gang OK
Come on, we’re dangerous, come on out we’ll play
Come on! Come on! Come on!
Come on! Come on! Come on!