Louis Dunford - When we were hooligans

^ESometimes I sit and reminisce, about the good old days I miss ^Aabout The days I spent with all my ^Bfriends ^EIn fact, I’ve Come to realise, those were the best days of our lives, ^AOw what I’d give to be 14 once agai^Bn ^EBut still nostalgia makes me sick, I feel I’ve grown up far too quick ^ABut I can’t help thinking about Bac^Bk in the days ^EWhen we were riff we were the raff, My Pals would wait outside my gaff ^AThe door would open and you’d hear ^Bmy old girl say ^EOw no he can’t come out to Play tonight, he’s lucky he aint dead the shite ^AHe’s stole another tenner out of my^B purse ^EAnd So all you boys can piss off home, don’t bell him on his dog & bone ^AI’m swear to god you fuckers make h^Bim worse.

^C#mBut little did she know ^BThat when she was tucked up all so tight, ^Awe roamed the streets until the light ^BRun from old bill all through the night, ^C#mUntil The day ^BWe were Delinquents little shits ^Awe were the hood rats taking sips ^BFrom the bottle, ^C#mwhile we sit on your estate

^AAnd life was so ^Esimple then, ^Bwhen we were hoo^Eligans

^ESo off we’d roam into night, we ride our stolen pedal bikes ^AAnd who’s to say where we would go ^Bor who we’d see ^EBut still a plan that never failed, get on the booze and off the rails ^AWe’d Buy a 20 bag of snout with fak^Be ID, ^EAnd all our clobber was on form, we we’d wear the swing made uniform ^AGrey tracksuit bottoms, Ralph Loren^Be were looking suave ^EAnd all the birds are tarted up, in Pauls boutique they’re Bronze as fuck ^ADressed like it’s prom night but th^Bere pissing in a park

^C#mAnd it’s only 8 O’ clock ^BBut who’s to say romance is dead, ^AShe’s in the bushes giving head ^BAn older boy who stole the ped ^C#mthat she adores ^BBut how prince charming’s just a drip, ^AThe smell of stellar on his lip ^BHer make up’s run Her tights are ripped, ^C#mher knees are sore

^AAnd Girls were so ^Efoolish then ^BWhen I was a ^Ehooligan

^ESo as the night would canny on, the joints were rolled the birds were gone ^AAs all the boys sat on the benches ^Bgetting stoned ^EAnd as we got high into the night, you’d hear the sirens see the lights ^ASo it’s the cozers, here they come ^Bto take us home ^ESo with a meaty on the way, we’d through the booze and green away ^AWe’d jump the fence, lodge out the ^Bpark onto the streets ^EOw hurry boys fuckin hell, can’t spend the night locked in cell ^ACos my old man and my old girl thin^Bk I’m asleep ^EBut what a way to end the night, Chased through the streets by flashing lights ^Aif you can’t have it on your toes y^Bour getting torn ^EAnd as the night came to an end, we lodged the old bail once again ^Abefore my mum was up, I’d slip thro^Bugh the front door

^C#mOh my how times have changed ^BSo as I sit and reminisce ^Aabout those good old days I’d miss ^BSo much has changed I wish ^C#mI’d not grown old ^BSo call us hood rats, call us scum, ^AI’d call us kids just having fun ^BWe were Delinquents who’d call ^C#mthese streets our home

^AAnd we believed things would be th^Eat way forever then ^BWhen we ^Ehooligans