Once again I’m doing the time
But I’m not guilty of a crime
There’s no justice for those like me
For I’m a Gypsy boy you see
I have a bad reputation
With the boys down at the station
They don’t need much of an excuse
To strangle my neck in a noose
Been after me for 20 years
And not just me my friends and peers
I admit I have a short fuse
Can be unpleasant and abuse
Been known to drink, blackguard and fight
In local towns most every night
Been known to thieve and rob and steal
And can’t be trusted in a deal
Take your eyeballs from the sockets
And the money from your pockets
Been known to cheat, lie and connive
I’ve been brought up to duck and dive
I’m trained to take by force or stealth
I wasn’t taught anything else
No life for me is on the dole
Nor in any council sh*thole
That’s why the police won’t let me be
And love to take pot shots at me
They lift me anytime they can
Into the back of a police van
It’s bright and clear, it’s evident
Manipulated evidence
Happy to swear my life away
And in the prison make me stay
(c) varey 2013
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