Good the Bad & the 4 Skins/A Fistful of 4 Skins

This old man with a missing left leg
All he owns are the medals on his chest
A wave to the door man and a nod to me
A pint of ale is his only request

His only honour is his favourite chair
Stranger walks in OI! you can't sit there
Gone are the days he fought for us
Poor old man no wonder he cuss

Tails of death and running blood
He will tell you for a drink
He will tell you all about his best friends that died
It certainly makes you think

His only honour is his favourite chair
Stranger walks in OI! you can't sit there
Gone are the days he fought for us
Poor old man no wonder he cuss

His home is a basement just a dirty old room
His only companion is his dog
Scruffy as the man living in gloom
His heat is just an occasional log

His only honour is his favourite chair
Stranger walks in OI! you can't sit there
Gone are the days he fought for us
Poor old man no wonder he cuss

Who will mourn and cry for him
When he goes to meet his god?
Who will think of the deed he done
And who will think of the war's he won?

From the cradle to the grave
The Oi Boy trying to be brave
Show he's going to everyone
From his birth to his death
Got to prove that he's the best
Don't even mean it's got to me done

But he's yesterday's hero
Yesterday's hero in every way
Yesterday's hero
Yesterday's hero is forgotten today

Wants to try his hand at pop
Have a record at the top
All these records are lots of fun
Concerts city style
They all make you smile
Ain't it all a load of fun?

On telly every day
Copied in every way
Fans ask for an autograph
Some kind of superman
Photographs for a fan
Don't it all make yer laugh?