This is an ode to the English boy,
caught up in the fight,
blamed for the trouble at night,
14 days a week, out causing trouble,
out sellin bubble.People.
Walk down the street, the lights in their eyes,
the fright in their mind.

What is wrong? why do you hide?
ain't nothing happen to you, ain't nothing right
when the english boy out at night,
So you run, run away
So you run, run away
cos you don't know
So you run, run away
So you run, run away

That dickhead kicks up a fuss,
police put him in that...
oh it's kicked off,
the drinks got to his head,
and tonight someone might end up dead

The streets cobbled in sick and stone
the girls lying on their back,
dress down, shoes further up in the town
and i might be leaving this place,
as i don't want any fame,
associated with this name

What is wrong? why do you hide?
ain't nothing happen to you, ain't nothing right
when the english boy out at night,
So you run, run away
So you run, run away
cos you don't know
So you run, run away
So you run, run away

You remember the green grass
where the football upset those in charge
the classroom where talking
was illegal, and we were unequal
oh mr, miss, so what

What is wrong? why do you hide?
ain't nothing happen to you, ain't nothing right
when the english boy out at night,
So you run, run away
So you run, run away
cos you don't know
So you run, run away
So you run, run away

What is wrong? why do you hide?
ain't nothing happen to you, ain't nothing right
when the english boy out at night,
So you run, run away
So you run, run away
cos you don't know
So you run, run away
So you run, run away
When the boys just having fun,
no harm intended to those,
unrelated