In a lonely garrison
I fought for Emperor Hadrian
I was a Roman, on the wall
In my toga, standing tall
You – a Pict with attitude
Scrabbling in the dirt for food
Painted blue and flinging spears
You tied us up for several years
Another time we've met before
Was in the English Civil War
Me – Prince Rupert's mob on horses
You – the Lord Protector's forces
A serious genocidal crew
Abolished Christmas, dancing too
Your were very fond of bans
A bunch of zealous Puritans
Mid ’60s Brighton, 1st of May
Rockers and Mods – Bank Holiday
You – Ben Sherman and Sta-Prest
Me – greasy leathers, grubby vest
Doing the business with flick knives
Watched by a group of Teds, plus wives
Back to the smoke on your Lambretta
I burned you up, my bike was better
Another clash, another year
Puritan versus Cavalier
Short-haired punk or long-haired freak
Swinging chains down on the beach
Trad or bebop, fact or fiction
It's just a personal predilection
It always end up in a fight
And neither side is wrong, or right
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