See him walking down the street Doctor martens on his feet Levi jeans, Ben Sherman shirt Fuck with him and you'll get hurt He's a skinhead and he don't care Marten boots and short cropped hair He's a skinhead and he don't care about you Walking down on the Brighton pier Long haired hippies filled with fear Crunch of bone as boots go in Joe's so proud to be a skin Prison couldn't change his ways Skinhead's back he's here to stay So if you think you've got the suss Be a skinhead be like us He's the king, king of the skins What's his name? Joe Hawkins