| Kick his head, smash his face &do a bunk with his brief case
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| Shoplifting for a lark, walk on the grass in the park
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| In the restaurant loads o’nosh, stuff yer face &leave no dosh
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| We are skint but we’re alright, a different burglary each night
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| No little blue light, there’s not a copper in sight no more.
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| You can commit any crime you please
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| You won’t get nicked in sunderland, the coppers are softies
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| They hide when there’s a thief or rogue at large
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| When they get hit they run &tell the sarge… a bunch o’fairies
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| Rob a bank, get some bread or be a pickpocket instead
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| A torch a swag bag with a crow bar, gettaway in a stolen car
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| Break in to the town hall, spray graffiti on the wall
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| If you’re drunk and disorderly, then Sunderland’s the place to be You won’t get me, down werside contabulary
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| CHORUS…(guitar bit)
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| Run Buck naked in the street, there ain’t a bobby on the beat
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| Raid the local jewellery store, no one to stop you break the law
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| The bobby’s get sore, but there’s no constables round here no more |