Out your swaddling packsmiths, quake and quail and quiver,
As the plodgy boys glide down the street, like pike in an empty river.
In hammerting, the backer lives, where no gentleman goes,
Skulking in their shadows, secret as the murder of crows.
I serve the churls, the brainless boys, with aimless chatter and dangerous toys.
I keep their distance, to stand apart, with the close to the whispers, chill my heart.
Badger boys, bullies, beasts, brainless.
Oh, oh, oh.
Got fillings in their pockets, diseases in their teeth,
Nightmares in their mattresses, riches stitched into their sleeve.
The deadly dandies, the poison brothers, racetrack riffraff of chin house mothers.
Purposeless pickpockets of pigsty lodgers, unfaithful lovers, unlawful dodgers.
Urges they harbour, the gentry they shun, the toughs of the tufts, cream of the scum.
Milk of dust is distilled with stolen rockets, and catapult races in a waste coat.
Badger boys, bullies, beasts, brainless.
Badger boys, bullies, beasts, brainless.
Oh, oh, oh.
Oh, oh, oh.