Just an everyday kind of guy
Raise your gla**es gentlemen and say goodbye
To a Rum Little Scallywag
Got the verdict through yesterday
They gave him twenty years and threw the key away
Oh the rum little scallywag
Yeah, I'm scared of you
But that don't mean a thing you know I'm scared of dogs too
And you're a wild one
You left him lying on the floor and off you run
And how I hate it, I hate to feel like this
Sound like my granddad after drinks at Christmas
But you try being liberal and all of that
When he's waving round a loaded gun behind your flat
He's a rum little scallywag
He put a kid in a bodybag
Just an everyday kind of guy
Raise your gla**es gentlemen and say goodbye
To a Rum Little Scallywag
What we gonna do?
It's bad enough they're stabbing now there's kids with guns too
And life pa**es by
Too busy paying bills to fall about and cry
But all I know is it k**s me watching this
And I don't really mean to take the piss
It's well and good them telling us how nice he was
When he was loading up his gun to k** a kid because he's a dumb little scallywag
[From "007 (Shanty Town)" by Desmond Dekker:]
Dem a loot dem a shoot dem a wail (a shanty town)
Dem a loot dem a shoot dem a wail (a shanty town)
Dem rude boys out on probation (a shanty town)
Dem a rude when dem come up to town (a shanty town)