| but i ain’t taking the piss |
| just wanna say the truth |
| cos that’s how this song is |
| cos there’s too many people |
| thinking they’re just like us |
| and if you wanna know the truth |
| they’re full of puss |
| hey little rich boy what do you wanna do |
| wanna be a rebel in your |
| new bondage suit |
| got a license to scream anarchy |
| it’s all over now |
| your daddy he could buy you |
| anything you want |
| but the fact that matters most |
| is that he can’t |
| he can’t buy our way of living |
| it’s all over now |
| now i know what you wanna be |
| you’re crying inside to be some one like me |
| the truth hurts more than anything |
| that is why those words that you sing |
| now i’m standing on the water front |
| i wanna know who’s the biggest cunt |
| cos on the waterfronts where |
| you wanna be |
| it’s all over now |
| you wanna plat at being rebels |
| but you know you ain’t on that level |
| and if you could change for just a day |
| you would’t wanna stay that way |
| you wouldn’t want to stay that way |
| you’d soon run back to what you was |
| and that can only be because |
| a little public scoolboy sing |
| about the waterfront |
| you don’t know what it means |
| you poor misguided cunt |
| but it ain’t really the place to go |
| listen to the ones |
| the ones who really know |
| yeah i mean the dockers sons |
| the forgotten ones you know |
| i know that you wanna be like me |
| you hate being in your middle class tree |
| cos on the waterfronts where |
| you want to be |
| where you wanna be |