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There's the rockabilly cats with their pomps real high |
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Wearin' black drape coats, all real gone guys |
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Cool skinheads with their rolled-up jeans |
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Lookin' real tough and mighty mean |
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There's a rumble in |
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Brighton tonight |
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Ringside seats for the neighborhood fight |
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There ain't a damn thing that the cops can do |
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There's a rumble in |
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Brighton tonight |
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They sew fishhooks under their collars |
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They got razors in their shoes |
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I said, "Go cat go", their battle cry |
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World War |
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III is startin' to brew |
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Now the skinheads all use blackjacks |
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And they're lookin' mighty mean |
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They got chains wrapped around their fingers |
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And their heads are all shaved clean |
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There's a rumble in |
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Brighton tonight |
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Ringside seats for the neighborhood fight |
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There ain't a damn thing that the cops can do |
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There's a rumble in |
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Brighton tonight |
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Well, there ain't a man left standin' |
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So let's all go get a beer |
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No team is a winner |
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So we'll see you all next year |
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There's a rumble in |
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Brighton tonight |
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Ringside seats for the neighborhood fight |
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There ain't a damn thing that the cops can do |
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There's a rumble in |
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Brighton tonight |
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Rumble in |
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Brighton tonight |
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Rumble on the beach tonight |
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Rumble in |
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Brighton tonight |
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Rumble on the beach tonight |
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There ain't a damn thing that the cops can do |
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Line right up for a sideline view |
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Ringside seats for the neighborhood fight |
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There's a rumble in |
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Brighton tonight |
