Watching the people get lairy
It's not very pretty I tell thee
Walking through town is quite scary
And not very sensible either
A friend of a friend he got beaten
He looked the wrong way at a policeman
Would never have happened to Smeaton
And old Leodiensian

La ah ah, la la la la la
Ah ah ah, la la la la la

I predict a riot, I predict a riot
I predict a riot, I predict a riot

I tried to get in my taxi
A man in a tracksuit attacks me
He said that he saw it before me
Wants to get things a bit gory
Girls run around with no clothes on
To borrow a pound for a condom
If it wasn't for chip fat, they'd be frozen
They're not very sensible

La ah ah, la la la la la
Ah ah ah, la la la la la

I predict a riot, I predict a riot
I predict a riot, I predict a riot

And if there's anybody left in here
That doesn't want to be out there

Ah ah ah ah, ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah

Watching the people get lairy
It's not very pretty I tell thee
Walking through town is quite scary
And not very sensible

La ah ah, la la la la la
Ah ah ah, la la la la la

Oh, ah
I predict a riot, I predict a riot
I predict a riot, I predict a riot

And if there's anybody left in here
That doesn't want to be out there

I predict a riot, I predict a riot
I predict a riot, I predict a riot

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Andrew Robert White, Charles Richard Wilson, James Rix, Nicholas Baines, Nicholas Hodgson