Suppose you screeve, or go cheap-jack?
Or fake the broads? Or fig a nag?
Or thimble-rig? Or nap a yack?
Or pitch a snide? Or smash a rag?
Suppose you duff? Or nose and lag?
Or get the straight, and land your pot?
How do you melt the multy swag?
Booze and the blowens cop the lot.
Booze and the blowens cop the lot.
Fiddle or fence, or mace or mack
Or moskeneer, or flash the drag
Dead-lurk a crib, or do a crack
Pad with a slang, or chuck a mag
Bonnet or tout, or mump and gag
Rattle the tats, or mark the spot
You cannot bank a single stag
Booze and the blowens cop the lot.
Booze and the blowens cop the lot.
Suppose you try a different tack
And on the square you flash your flag?
At penny-a-lining make your whack
Or with the mummers mug and gag?
For nix, for nix the dibbs you bag
At any graft no matter what
Your merry goblins soon stravag
Booze and the blowens cop the lot.
Booze and the blowens cop the lot.
It's up-the-spout and Charley-Wag
With wipes and tickers and what not
Until the squeezer nips your scrag
Booze and the blowens cop the lot.
Booze and the blowens cop the lot.
