Young Men

Oh, Tony only reads Asian Babes Oh, Danny's doing Doves down the raves Oh, 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, Young Men You are the ones, are the scene, are the sons Are the Young Men, Young Men, Young Men Here we, here we go again Oh, Les says Punk isn't dead Oh, Mick he's not impeccably bred Oh, 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, Young Men You are the ones, are the system are the sons Are the Young Men, 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, Young Men You are the ones, are the scene, are the sons Are the Young Men, Young Men Cheating on the wives All shiny suits and lazy lies It's the Young Men, Young Men Insulting everyone, picked up your sister Kicked your son It's the Young Men, Young Men Fighting in the clubs, flash on the streets Cash in the pubs It's the Young Men, Young Men Boozing on the train P-45s and cheap champagne It's the Young Men, Young Men, Young Men