Rude Boy
SFA Lyrics


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Hey Rudeboy, I see you walking down the street in your $200 suit and your spit shine Doc Martens on, on your way downtown to see a Ska show. Rudeboy, you're so cool.

Rudeboy. Skinhead. Asshole.

You tell me you believe in the Spirit of '69, Rudeboy. Man, you were in fucking diapers back then, who are you kidding? And what is Ska music? That's like second-rate beach blanket music.

Rudeboy. Skinhead. Asshole.
I see you lowlife rudeboys walking down the street, I just wanna mash your brains in, and eat your fuckin' eyeballs, and cut your bellies open, and fuckin' wipe my ass on your entrails!





Rudeboy. Skinhead. Asshole.

Overall Meaning

In the song "Rude Boy," by the band Super Furry Animals, the singer encounters a young man who considers himself a part of the Rude Boy/Skinhead subculture of the 1960s. The singer observes the Rude Boy's fashion sense, noting his expensive suit and shiny Doc Martens, and questions his claim to have any real connection to the era (as he would have been too young to have been a part of it). The singer also dismisses the Rude Boy's love for Ska music, describing it as "second-rate beach blanket music." The song takes a dark turn as the singer expresses violent fantasies towards Rude Boys, saying "I just wanna mash your brains in, and eat your fuckin' eyeballs, and cut your bellies open, and fuckin' wipe my ass on your entrails."


The lyrics of this song offer a criticism of the nostalgic tendency among some subcultures to romanticize and fetishize the past, as well as revealing the singer's visceral disgust towards the subculture he is describing. By expressing violent fantasies, the song also comments on human impulses toward aggression and the appeal of violent imagery to some people.


Line by Line Meaning

Hey Rudeboy, I see you walking down the street in your $200 suit and your spit shine Doc Martens on, on your way downtown to see a Ska show.
I observe you, Rudeboy, strutting down the street in your expensive attire and polished boots towards a Ska performance in the city.


Rudeboy, you're so cool.
You exude an air of coolness, Rudeboy.


You tell me you believe in the Spirit of '69, Rudeboy. Man, you were in fucking diapers back then, who are you kidding?
You claim to embrace the Spirit of '69, Rudeboy, but you were still a toddler during that era. Who are you trying to fool?


And what is Ska music? That's like second-rate beach blanket music.
What is Ska music to you, Rudeboy? In my opinion, it's mediocre beach blanket music.


I see you lowlife rudeboys walking down the street, I just wanna mash your brains in, and eat your fuckin' eyeballs, and cut your bellies open, and fuckin' wipe my ass on your entrails!
Whenever I encounter individuals like you, lowly Rudeboys, I feel the urge to violently assault you, devour your eyeballs, carve open your stomachs, and smear my excrement on your intestines!


Rudeboy. Skinhead. Asshole.
I categorize you as a Rudeboy, a Skinhead, and an Asshole.




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