Dirty Boys

Something like Tobacco Road

Living on a lonely road

I will pull you out of there

We will go to Finchley Fair

I will buy a feather hat

I will steal a cricket bat

Smash some windows, make a noise

We will run with dirty boys

When the sun goes down

When the sun goes down and the die is cast

When the die is cast and you have no choice

We will run with dirty boys

We all want men we all want you

Me and the Boys we all go through

You've got to learn to hold your tongue

They said the moon was his burning son

When the sun goes down

When the sun goes down and the die is cast

When the die is cast and you have no choice

We will run with dirty boys