At the start the words were plain
? are insane
They were on an upward slide, rock and roll side by side
In the ? thing
Top of the pops or kitchen sink
They decided on a ? was nice but life was best
Back 'em on the docking town
The anchor’s being passed around
The ancient rebels so they say
Would live to fight another day
All they could do was sing the blues
The words became cryptic clues
They slowed down till they stopped, no room for them at the top
In the same old stale bedroom
Sniffing and drinking makes them swoon
They try to right but don’t succeed, cause rebels are a dying breed
Back 'em on the docking town
The anchor’s being passed around
The ancient rebels so they say
Would live to fight another day
They made up with loads of fools
Pissed off with all the rules
Now they live again as they learn to sing another snappy tune
Back 'em on the docking town
The anchor’s being passed around
The ancient rebels so they say
Would live to fight another day
The story of the ancient rebels
The story of the ancient rebels
The story of the ancient rebels
The story of the ancient rebels