Runnin’ Riot

M.O.G.U.L M.O.G.U.L M.O.G.U.L M.O.G.U.L

We’ve rebuilt the ruined concept of rock ‘n’ roll music 

I think that I caught the tram at Winson Green 

When I’m dead there’ll be no flowers  When I’m dead

Help your mum dust around the house Stack the nest

It’s not all glamour, it’s tough at the top  It’s

It all happened on New Years’ Eve, ages ago now.

At the bus stop in the rain  In my brain

I was up for the party at this girls house 

One two three four  We always met up on Friday’s

He’s got his footie mates  Some summer Speedway dates  And

I can’t get no kicks  I can’t get no kicks 

  We’ve rebuilt the ruined concept of rock ‘n’ roll

We’ve rebuilt the ruined concept of rock ‘n’ roll music