Park Lane Punch Up - Toy Dolls

Oh sittin in the Taxi rank in Park Lane

In comes a trendy geazer with no brain

And staring at a punk who was a good mate

I said lets make a move but it was too late

Up goes a shout, a rumble in the crowd

A fight breaks out, someone starts clouting me

Call in the Army oooh

Call in the Army

Call in the Army oooh

Call in the Army…

The Park Lane punch up escalates

Somebody’s teeth have gone

It’s too much for the coppers

There’s a RIOT going on, so

Call in the Army, call in the Army…

Park Lane quickly turns into a bloothbath

A disco boy lies unconcious on the red path

Coppers helmets knocked off in the gutter

All because of a trendy towny nutter