F                       Bb            F
Everybody's looking for last gang in town
     F                  Bb                    F
You better watch out for they're all comin' around

[Verse]
F
The sport of today is exciting
    C                    Bb  F
The in crowd are into infighting
  F
When some punk sees some rock-olla
      C               Bb F
It's rock and roll all over
   C                        F
In every street and every station
 C                         F
Kids fight like different nations
          Bb             Am
And it's brawn against brain
          Gm   Am Gm    F   Gm Am
And it's knife against chain
         Bb          Am
But it's all young blood
                   C
Flowing down the drain

[Chorus]
Fm
The Crops hit the Stiffs
Fm
An' the Spikes whipped the Quiffs
         Eb            Bb
They're all looking 'round
Fm
The Crops hit the Stiffs
Fm
An' the Spikes whipped the Quiffs
         Eb            Bb
They're all looking 'round
         Ab           Fm
For the last gang in town

[Verse]
F
Meanwhile down in black town
       C                    Bb      F
Those old soul rebels are hangin' around
     F
An' when some punk come a looking for sound
C           Bb       F
Rastafari goes to ground
      C                             F
The white heart flipped his pocket dipped
           C                        F
'cause a black sharp knife never slips
          Bb   Am     Gm Am  Gm F
And they never say to one another
Gm Am  Bb               Am        C
That tomorrow we might kill our brothers

[Chorus]
Fm
The Crops hit the Stiffs
Fm
An' the Spikes whipped the Quiffs
         Eb            Bb
They're all looking 'round
Fm
The Crops hit the Stiffs
Fm
An' the Spikes whipped the Quiffs
         Eb            Bb
They're all looking 'round
         Ab           F
For the last gang in town

[Verse]
 F
Down from the edge of London
       C               Bb  F
The rockabilly rebels came
  F
From another edge of London
  C             Bb              F
Skinhead gangs call out their name
             C
But not the Zydeco kids
               F
From the high rise
  C                       F
Though they can't be recognized
           Bb            Am
When they hear a Cajun fiddle
             Gm  Am   Gm  F
Then you're nearly in the middle
Gm Am  Bb    Am      C
Of the last gang in town

[Chorus]
Fm
The Crops hit the Stiffs
Fm
An' the Spikes whipped the Quiffs
         Eb            Bb
They're all looking 'round
Fm
The Crops hit the Stiffs
Fm
An' the Spikes whipped the Quiffs
         Eb            Bb
They're all looking 'round
         Ab           F
For the last gang in town