Hurrah for the knocker boys that work on the street
You want fifty , give you ten,
Hurrah for the knocker boys that work on the cheap
Hurrah for the boot sale men
We'll fill the transit full of beer
Cos you can't buy it over here
The price is right as you can see
And we won't pay no v.a.t.
Oh v.a.t. and duty sucks
We'll sell it cheap to all you shmucks
And I don't care what deal you do
I'll make a living out of you
Chorus
As you bemoan society's fate
You're down the pub with all your mates
Or over dinner party plates
You say it's all gone wrong
But if I meet you in a bar
Say videos are in my car
A hundred, they're four hundred new
I know which way you'll jump
Chorus
Before you criticise my role
Remember all the things you stole
The paper clips the pens and pins
These things were never yours
The times have made me what I am
I may not be an ideal man
But there's not one amongst you now
Who is fit to cast a stone
