People coming into view
Trigger memories of your youth
Times you spent and didn't care
Swearing to return a stare

Smash the fascists and anarchy
Things uniting you and me
Claiming dole and living cheap
Daytime being the time to sleep

Wheel chair racers
Crash and stumble
Drunken punken people play
Once I had my bondage trousers
Margarine, it spiked my hair

Hey, I don't care if I'm getting old
I will go on but now feel the cold
Is this what I'm becoming
OK, I'll keep on being angry

Cheap cider is the drink of choice
Gets you there and gives you voice
A bottle for six won't get you pissed
But uses time up you've not missed

Three chords is all you play
With rebellious attitude
And something to say

Wheel chair racers
Crash and stumble
Drunken punken people play
Once I had my bondage trousers
Margarine, it spiked my hair

But I don't care if I'm getting old
I will go on but now feel the cold
Is this what I'm becoming
OK, but I'll keep being angry

Memories of pubs we played
Pissed up people getting laid
Waking up the morning after
Struggling to join the laughter

Hangovers now are of the past
Hair is thinning, greying fast
The man who's always been inside
Takes his eyes and opens wide

Coz I don't care that I'm getting old
I will go on but now feel the cold
Is this what I'm  becoming
OK, but I'll keep being angry