I Want To Be A Skinhead Like My Dad

I Want To Be A Skinhead Like My Dad – Shep Woolley, 1975
Funny folky single that I picked up recently in Spitalfields.

I want to be a Skinhead like my Dad
Doing everything he does that’s bad
When I get the blues
I’ll smash the sinks off the the walls in the loos
I want to be a skinhead like my dad

Saturday is football time we all go down to the match
I always take my razor just in case I want a slash
But take a tip from me , don’t let your Granny stand and look
Unless she wants her handbag pinched , and her pension book
Cos I want to be a skinhead like my dad
Doing everything he does that’s bad
There’s my mate called Jeff throwing housebricks at the ref
I want to be a skinhead like my dad

When we go to the movies we wear our built up shoes
And half of us pay to get in while the rest come through the loos
If the usherette should see us we really do not care
We pour cold orange down her vest and rub Choc Ice in her hair
Cos I want to be a skinhead like my dad
Doing everything he does that’s bad
There’s my mate called Pete slashing all the seats
I want to be a skinhead like my dad

On Friday night its Disco time , we really dig this stuff
We groove to reggae music and my favourites called Green Puff
The other night we had a rave, the Fuzz came with their dogs
And so we got our spray cans out and sloganised the bogs
Cos I want to be a skinhead like my dad
Doing everything he does that’s bad
All these mates of mine’ll smash up your urinal
I want to be a skinhead like my dad

Well I like nature best at school learning how we all survive
And I like squashing worms and things and pulling the wings off flies
We learn about the cavemen and how they lived on grubs
And how they used to woo their wives by bashing them with clubs
I want to be a skinhead like my dad
Doing everything he does that’s bad
I’ve learned to run much faster since I filled in the headmaster
I want to be a skinhead like my dad

And when its time to go to bed and I climb up them stairs
My head will hit the pillow and I’ll forget my worldly cares
I’ll dream of rape and plunder, on destruction dreams I’ll thrive
But my dad says “You cant be a skin when you’re only five!”
But I’ll grow up and be a skinhead like my dad
Doing everything he does that’s bad
He’ll know when I’m ready, cos I’ll pulverise my Teddy
Then I’ll be a skinhead like my dad
And smash my Doll’s House
Yes then I’ll be a skinhead like my dad

Ian Hayes-Fry of Hard As Nails and the Provisional Southend Poetry Group recalls: “This is some weird inter-generational crossover thing – I was introduced to the oeuvre of Shep Woolley years ago, when my Dad used to put Woolley’s tapes on the cassette player of his old Austin 1100 driving home from working on Thames Barges up at Maldon. Think we might even have caught Mr Woolley in the Queen’s Head (?) but I can’t recall a skinhead reference to be honest.”

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