C.Y.C. 

All told their wives when they got home that
That they didn't know where the blood came from
They beat them with bottles and their fists and their feet
And they kicked them up and down the street
Cause they hate the pope and the Virgin Mary
They are the band that terrorised Derry
All the taigs were standin' like pricks
And the bassdrummer beat them with the bassdrum sticks
When the peelers tried to stop their bus
The driver said it's nothing to do with us
So on your way and have a nice day
Up the men in the UDA
It was the maddest thing that you ever did see
All the young soldiers in the C.Y.C
They beat them good and they beat them barmy
They fought like Souters in the Cromwell army
When the peelers tried to intervene
They got it too the best you've ever seen
The taigs ran away and hid behind the police
Up the young men in the CYC
The crowds all cheered as the men walked by
All the soldiers with their head held high
They clapped their hands and they stomped their feet
Freedom Fighters are on the street
So please love don't be mad with me
Send my uniform out for a wee dry clean
If the peelers at my door
Tell 'em that a don't live here anymore
Cause I hate the pope and the Virgin Mary
They are the band that terrorised Derry
All the taigs were standin' like pricks
And the bassdrummer beat them with the bassdrum sticks
It was the maddest thing that you ever did see
All the young soldiers in the C.Y.C
They beat them good and they beat them barmy
They fought like Souters in the Cromwell army