They've got cause enough to fear it
Rich men hold their five pound notes
That saves me emptying their coats
No, I could tear their throats out
just to live up to my name
With me, Jimmy in the end,
let me see the man who dares
he can start to say his prayers
Has biceps like an iron girder,
fit for doing other murder.
If I just so much as ut ter
the low -keevin' whisper,
They've got cause enough to fear it.
Some toff slubbing with his valley
Bumped into me in an alley
Now his eyes will never tally
He'd never heard of my name
He could take my name in vain
What's bad, what's the good of turning?
In hell, I'll be there at burning.
Meanwhile, think of what I'm earning,
all on account of my name.
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