G D C D   G D C D

G                                   D
They called our little town Beruit, we grew up there without much loot
A                            C         D         G
Street kids with a attitude, we never had fuck all
G                                D
On the streets we held our own, we watched the gavers raid another home
A                                  C      D            G
Times gone by now, we've all grown with no regrets at all

[Chorus]
C              D         G
Oh those were the days, we stood real proud
C             D
Those were the days,
G         D      C       D
the revival of the Skinhead
G         D         C        D
We ruled the streets, stood alone
G         D      C        D
The revival of the Skinhead,
C               D
Those were the days
G          E              C       D          [G]
We stood as one, singing this is my... England!

G D C D  G D C D  G D C D  G D C D

G                           D
Alcoholics and single mums, wanna' be gangsters on the run
A                             C        D         G
Liberal hippies and junkie scum, down on our estate
G                                  D
Teenage birds getting up the duff, posh birds looking for a bit of rough
A                                     C           D           G
Have a go Soulboys think they're tough and not a lot has changed

[Chorus]
C        D              G
Oh those were the days, we stood real proud
C             D
Those were the days,
G         D      C       D
the revival of the Skinhead
G         D         C        D
We ruled the streets, stood alone
G         D      C        D
The revival of the Skinhead,
C               D
Those were the days
G          E              C       D          [Em]
We stood as one, singing this is my... England!

BDA K Em (14 bars)       C      Am

G D C D   G D C D   G D C D   G D C D

G                              D
Greasy spoons and early doors, getting nicked for nicking cars
A                            C        D         G
Snakebites on the promenade, graffiti on the walls
G                                D
Broken windows, littered streets, bunking trains and arcade cheats
A                              C       D      G
Leaves a taste so bittersweet, Britannia rules!

[Chorus]
C        D              G
Oh those were the days, we stood real proud
C             D
Those were the days,
G         D      C       D
the revival of the Skinhead
G         D         C        D
We ruled the streets, stood alone
G         D      C        D
The revival of the Skinhead,
C               D
Those were the days
G          E              C       D          G
We stood as one, singing this is my... England!
C               D
Those were the days
G          E              C       D          [G]
We stood as one, singing this is my... England!