Oi! To the guy walking down the street,
Oi! To the punks and the skins I meet,
I try when I can not to be a dick.
But if you’ve got racist views, then you make me sick!
Chorus:
Trample the Nazis below our boots,
Cause it’s hard to believe their hate filled roots.
Racial judgement, no room for joy,
Just say one, two letter word Oi! -- Oi! ----- Oi! Oi! Oi! Oi!
Verse 2:
Oi! To some light in a world of junk,
Oi! To the crusts and the gutter punks.
Day by day, there’s no hope for gain.
Cause their way of life is a life of pain.
(Chorus)
Verse 3:
Oi! To the guys coming to our shows,
Oi! To the man who’s an average Joe.
But if you’ve got a problem with another race,
Take your hate breeding views to another place!
(Chorus)
