Can you hear the rumbling
Of a 50cc petrol chopper
On the patch of no-mans-land
Outside the corner Happy Shopper
Who could make such rousing noise?
Can only be the local bigger boys

Can you see the hulking mess
Armoured in his ""Spliffy"" jacket
Scoffing a bag of Scampi Fries
He did not pay, just stole the packet
Another one nicked the steak McCoys
Can only be the local bigger boys

The bigger boys are coming, oh my God!
They're smoking cigarettes that smell oh so odd
The bigger boys are coming, run and hide!
Cower under woodchip 'neath the slide
I cried
Could today be the day that I die?

Can you smell the sweet perfume
Of a six can pack of Shandy Bass
Not big enough for alcopops
But big enough to kick my ass
One dismantles, one destroys
Can only be the local bigger boys

The bigger boys are coming, oh my lord
They're smashing windows 'cuz they're oh so bored
The bigger boys are coming, my oh my!
I wanna run home and play some Goldeneye
I cry
Could today be the day that I die?

Can you feel the smouldering
From the burnt-out yellow Renault Clio
Torched it with deodorant
They stole to cover up their B.O.

Who makes all the rousing noise?
Who nicks all the steak McCoys?
Who made me mess my corduroys?
Can only be the local bigger boys