THE BOYS

Yeah, we were solid
We weren't tough,
But we were stolid
A crew
We stood together
We'd see it through.
Aloof?
Nah!
We were fucking bulletproof!
No one came near
Nothing to fear,
Skinheads
Dreads,
Whoever,
They would take us on,
We never stressed
We were the don!
The boys
Teenage artisans,
Heroic partisans
With The Jam
Blazing in our heads.
Sharpest hair
Pointed boots
And finest mohair threads.
Cool?
Definitely... Yes
The coolest?
Can't you guess?
Alas
Those days are gone,
Anyway
We were "All for one"
'Mac', 'Bush' and Rod,
'Bot', 'Stoat' and 'Barts'
And of course Gary Powell
Who now drinks with God.
Not forgetting 'Polly'
Madman 'Rogers' and Dean,
The boys
We were unique
In our heads
The wildest, slickest army
The world had ever seen.
"YAHOO BOYS!!!
That was the rallying call,
If you started trouble
Whatever your size or age
You were going to fall.
Just like the Brighton mods
Who were our gods,
We'd rampage
Totally teenage
Until you bled.... Really bled.
Yeah,
Those were the days
Crazy in a lot of ways,
Our goal
Unlike many lads then
Wasn't to find a hole.
We were a brand
Not a manufactured boy band,
An air of disdain
Almost carnal refrain
You just wouldn't understand.
Our passion?
Music and fashion,
Though we didn't follow
We weren't shallow
We were 'The boys'.
Days of magic
Inevitably tragic,
Sands have shifted
Memories sifted
No more
Boys
No more.......

Phil Hall  June 2014