Old King's Road

MC jacket and jeans ripped up to there

Dirty black boots, vaseline in your hair

You were a walkin' danger with a safety pinned shirt

Talkin' anarchy at the gig somebody might get hurt

We were all insane and the sound rang true

And we changed our names like the good ones do

I met you- on the old King's road

My big blonde kit, you thought it really took some guts

I got nothing but respect, 'cause you knew I was nuts

Getting spit in the face was as good as a kiss

But when Gypsy-Boy got hit with a bucket of piss

We went all insane and the sound rang true

With a lock and chain and a rose tattoo

I met you- at first ya wanna run me through

You- on the old King's road

We were all insane and the sound rang true

And we changed our names like the good ones do

With a lock and chain and a rose tattoo

I met you- on the old King's road

Down the old King's road

On the old King's road

Down the old King's road