This is where the good times went
With his brains lying on the pavement
With a broken bottle in his hand
And another in his back

Do you feel alright? Oi! Oi! Oi!
Someone's gonna die tonight...Oi! Oi! Oi!
Do you feel alright? Oi! Oi! Oi!
The boys are out tonight

Was it something that he said?
With his football scarf now stained red
With a broken bottle in his hand
You will never understand