Inspecter 7

Sitting at home, the telephone rings.
Old girl of mine looking to spend some time.
Now my girlfriend's away. I can't see no harm.
A couple of drinks and some talk of old times.

When the cat's away the mice will play.

We had such good time, a bottle of wine,
With some old friends of mine.
The next thing I knew, we were alone together.
We dimmed the lights, our bodies entwined.

When the cat's away the mice will play.

Then a knock on my door, a spill of some wine.
I answer the door, and what do I find?
My girlfriend staring at me, boy, what a surprise!
Woman in my bed, holding a glass of wine.

When the cat's away the mice will play.

To make a long story short, she asked how I could do this,
In a calm sort of voice.
And then without an answer, I mean , what could I say?,
I just closed the door and that was goodbye...
When the cat's away the mice will play.

Short crop mutton chop cut so clean.
Pasta makin' paysan, Olive Garden green.
Stompin' feet, we call him "meat", and you know what I mean,
What's his name? Sharky 17! Oi!

Sharky 17! Oi!
Sharky 17.

Boot to the pedal, speeding Route 18,
Stops at Taco Bell, fills up on some beans.
Gas ass, working class, stinking up his jeans.
What do we call him? Sharky 17! Oi!

Sharky 17! Oi!
Sharky 17.

One, two, three, Oi!
Sharky 17! Oi!
Sharky 17.

Doesn't choose a poison, keeps his senses clean,
And if you want to fuck with him there's gonna be scene.
He'll stomp your face to blood red paste, and I won't intervene,
Feel the bratty wrath of Sharky 17! Oi!

Sharky 17! Oi!
Sharky 17! Oi!
Sharky 17! Oi!
What do we call him? Sharky 17.

Now who is it you're fooling? (Only yourself)
And what is it you're after? (Is is power, is it wealth?)
And where do it lead to? (Your own self destruction)
And when will it end?

Brother vs. Brother, friend against friend.
Brother vs. Brother, friend against friend.

Red laces, white braces,
On daytime talk shows, evening news
And public places.

When you're in numbers you've got so much to say,
Always hate on your faces, want to hurt other races.

That ain't skinhead.

Hey new-jack boot, stop preaching "White Power,"
If you wabt to be skinhead you better learn your roots.

'Cause you're no skinhead, you little faker.

When you're alone in your mom & pops home,
Nazi flag over your bed, wishing us dead,

That ain't skinhead.