We ain't white carpetin' the club, put your boots on and go round the block. We have a few beers and we joke around, we make our way to the football ground. We ain't all the jockeys, we ain't all the crates. Rather lay here, stay off the pace. We ain't dynamite, we ain't A-boys. We ain't all the jockeys, we ain't all the crates. Rather lay here, stay off the pace. We ain't dynamite, we ain't A-boys. We ain't all the jockeys, we ain't all the crates. We ain't all the jockeys, we ain't all the crates. Half the game we count the scores, we jump all over some geezer's car. We lost the game but won the fight, our homies on the box tonight. We ain't all the jockeys, we ain't all the crates. Rather lay here, stay off the pace. We ain't dynamite, we ain't A-boys. We ain't all the jockeys, we ain't all the crates. We are A-jo, A-boys! A-boys!