Ooooh, watching the people get lairy
Not very pretty I tell thee
Walking through town is quite scary
And not very sensible either
A friend of a friend he got beaten
He looked the wrong way at a policeman
Would never have happened to Smeaton
An old Leodiensian
La-ah-ah, la la la la la la
Ah-ah-ah, la la la la la la
I predict a riot, I predict a riot
I predict a riot, I predict a riot
Oooh, I try to get to my taxi
A man in a tracksuit attacks me
He said that he saw it before me
Wants to get things a bit gory
Girls scrabble round with no clothes on
To borrow a pound for the bus home
If it wasn't for chip fat, they'd be frozen
They're not very sensible
La-ah-ah, la la la la la la
Ah-ah-ah, la la la la la la
I predict a riot, I predict a riot
I predict a riot, I predict a riot
And if there's anybody left in here
That doesn't want to be out there
Ah, ah ah ah
Ah, ah ah ah
Ah, ah ah ah
Ah, ah ah ah
Watching the people get lairy
Is not very pretty I tell thee
Walking through town is quite scary
And not very sensible
La-ah-ah, la la la la la la
Ah-ah-ah, la la la la la la
(Oh, oooh, oh oh)
Woah, woah, woah
I predict a riot, I predict a riot
I predict a riot, I predict a riot
And if there's anybody left in here
That doesn't want to be out there
I predict a riot, I predict a riot
I predict a riot, I predict a riot