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, 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