(One, Two, Three, Four)
Energy calling me, back where I came from
It's such a crude attitude, it's back where it belongs
All the little chicks with the crimson lips go
England Rocks, England Rocks
She's living in sin with a safety pin
England Rocks, England Rocks
Momma knows but she don't care, she got her worries too
Seven kids and a phoney affair, and the rent is due
All the little kids growing up on the skids
Going England Rocks, England Rocks
American dreams, moody James Deans
Going England Rocks, England Rocks
England Rocks, England Rocks
I got some badges from World War II
I wear 'em just like my Granddad do
He was a villain and I am too
Oh England Rocks, England Rocks
So grab a place, find a space
And yell and scream for more
England Rocks, England Rocks
England Rocks, England Rocks
