Craig's sweepin' Camden ev'ry Sunday night
Secret stash on his dog, sellin' fine
Joe's gone skipdivin', lookin' for some trash
And sell it next Sunday at the Brick Lane mash
Dave's got a new plan to make some dough again
Last time he won a bet in a night he had spent everything
Meet me in the morning, meet me at noon
Anywhere you want it I will catch you soon
Always in a hurry, always in a rush
Whatchu gotta do to scrape together some cash
Hans is drinkin' whiskey with a dwarf in Leicester square
He's gonna get drunk, end up in jail
Blue eyes Mandy is back on the street
Even in jail she got paid for that meat
Pete's after every bird in the wild West End
I'm waitin' for my turn to play by the escalator end
Slimey works in King's Cross at the donut place
Exchanging blow jobs for chocolate cakes
He's gonna get caught, he's gonna get sacked
When they will count the cigarettes packs
Not far in Balfe Street the party goes on
Feel like we ain't been sleepin' for two weeks in a roll
Baldo at the walfare, hangin' around
The bitch at the window won't give him a pound
Three UB 40's, each at a different point
Standin' in line, rollin' a joint
His last check got stolen, the one before too
You put the blame on the postman, they put the damn blame on you