the magnificent five

long ago in london town

a man called ant sat deeply sighing

he was wondering

which side of the fence he was on

prick up your ears. time went by and soon

the one was five young hombres

burning fire

they were in no doubt

which side of the fence they were on

prick up your ears. he who writes in blood

doesn't want to be read

he must be learned by heart

he's got to be learned by heart

they believed in sex and looking good

with their own brand of music

they weren't pandering

so which side of the fence

are you on?