Song Lyrics

Watching the people get lairy
It's not very pretty I tell thee
Walking through town is quite scary
And not very sensible either
A friend of a friend he got beaten
He looked the wrong way at a policeman
Would never have happened to Smeaton
And old Leodiensian

La-ah-ah, la-la-la-la-la
Ah-ah-ah, la-la-la-la-la

I predict a riot, I predict a riot
I predict a riot, I predict a riot

I tried to get in my taxi
A man in a tracksuit attacks me
He said that he saw it before me
Wants to get things a bit gory
Girls run around with no clothes on
To borrow a pound for a condom
If it wasn't for chip fat, they'd be frozen
They're not very sensible

La-ah-ah, la-la-la-la-la
Ah-ah-ah, la-la-la-la-la

I predict a riot, I predict a riot
I predict a riot, I predict a riot

And if there's anybody left in here
That doesn't want to be out there

Ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah ah-ah-ah ah-ah-ah

Watching the people get lairy
It's not very pretty I tell thee
Walking through town is quite scary
And not very sensible

La-ah-ah, la-la-la-la-la
Ah-ah-ah, la-la-la-la-la

Oh, ah
I predict a riot, I predict a riot
I predict a riot, I predict a riot

And if there's anybody left in here
That doesn't want to be out there

I predict a riot, I predict a riot
I predict a riot, I predict a riot

Andrew Robert White, Charles Richard Wilson, James Rix, Nicholas Baines, Nicholas Hodgson