Shall I Be Argyle, Shall I Be City?

When I was just a little boy, I ask my mother, what shall I be, Shall I be Argyle? Shall I be City? And here's what she said to me.. ..Wash your mouth out son, And fetch your fathers gun, We'll shout the City scum, Shout the City scum.. WE HATE CITY! WE HATE CITY!