I'm a villan I'm a rogue
I'll nick your wallet or garden gnome
I'm a burglar I'm a cad
An open window I'm in your home
I'll have your tools or kiddies toys
And I'm not safe - a joy of joys
I'll be the gasman or a toad
I'll have your telly or garden hose
While I'm scoping in the dark
I'll strap your dog so he won't bark
I won't disturb your only dreams
But if you wake up there's no screams
I'll nick anything removable
From the QE2 to the toilet paper in the houses of parliment
I'll even have the milk off your doorstep
Or the skin off a baby seals back
'cause I'm a real villan (played backwards)
I'll steal the paper or the milk
Or warn your neighbours or the bill
I'm a stealer I'm a crook
Read about me in Mich's book
Burglary is a life for me
Burglary is a life for me
People say that crime don't pay
I drink champagne every day
And the good lord said 'thou shall not steal'
There is only one path and that is the straight and narrow
It's a bit too bleeding straight and a bit too narrow for my
liking
Ok gov It's a fair cop
Throw on the bracelets
Chink chink oh god I'm nicked
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