Oi, look at those geezers! loiterin’ by the wall! Thinkin’ they’re clever! but they’ve got no balls! Dressed like us! but they’re bleedin’ fakes, All plonk and swagger but can’t pull their weight. [chorus] Mugs and narcs, skulkin’ in the pit, Actin’ all flash, but they’re thick as shit. London’s burnin’, but they turn their backs, Too scared to fight, just pickin’ on the packs! "Who’s that bloke?" you whisper in me ear. "He ain’t no punter, he don’t belong ‘ere!" Draggin’ off lads for a night in the nick, While the real nutters are out with their shivs. [chorus] Mugs and narcs, skulkin’ in the pit, Actin’ all flash, but they’re thick as shit. London’s burnin’, but they turn their backs, Too scared to fight, just pickin’ on the packs. [solo] [verse 3] They hate our buzz. they hate our sound. Lurkin’ like weasels. sniffin’ around. Punk’s not for plods. so sling your hook! Your disguise is dodgy: you’re an open book! [chorus 2x] Mugs and narcs, skulkin’ in the pit, Actin’ all flash, but they’re thick as shit. London’s burnin’, but they turn their backs, Too scared to fight, just pickin’ on the packs.
