Paddy is a moron. Spud thick Mick.
Breeds like a rabbit. Thinks with his prick.
Anything floors him if he can’ fight or drink it.
Round them up in Ulster. Tow it out and sink it.

Green wogs. Green wogs. Our face don’t fit.
Green wogs. Green wogs. We ain’t no Brits.

If the victim ain’t a soldier why should we care?
Irish bodies don’t count. Life’s cheaper over there.

Green wogs. Green wogs. Face don’t fit.
Green wogs. Green wogs. We ain’t no Brits!
Green wogs. Green wogs. Grab ‘em boys.
Green wogs. Green wogs. Turn up the white noise.
Turn up the white noise! Turn up the white noise!

‘White Noise’by Stiff Little Fingers