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Morning dawned, it was a stinker
‘Time to go, you clever winker’
Never talk down to the boys in blue
They’ve a million ways of screwing you
‘Gis me Jag, you *** mugs’
‘Impounded, Sir, to search for drugs’
‘Gis me phone, me pounds and pence’
‘Sorry, chain of evidence’
‘Take me home, I’m in a rush’
‘If you hurry, Sir, you’ll catch the bus’
‘On that corner, 33’
Poor man, the indignity
Well known fact at the nineteenth tee
That work shy scum they live for free
‘Gis a ticket cos I am broke’
Course, the bus disappeared in a puff of smoke