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He carries his trusty lock pick To open up doors double quick There�s a safe to break in? Well, just see that big grin As the tumblers go clickety-click!
There ain�t a safe built he can�t crack With that nitro he sure has a knack When asked �How long more �Til you open that door?� �Don�t sweat it, babe!� he answers back
He thinks that he gets some raw deals And he�s not slow to say how he feels On each mission he moans He gripes and he groans Most of all if it means wearing heels!
Sometimes, for the con he must dress � As a binman he was a success .... But he loves it the most When he�s able to boast �You always get in as SS�
If required, he can set up a brew Of strong alcohol, seasoned with poo He can drive a big tank Infiltrate a Swiss Bank And he�s not bad at childminding, too!!
If with Chiefy a fight he must pick Shouting �Indian� sure does the trick But when the scrap ends They�re the best of good friends They get over their anger real quick
He heisted that jewellery, and then Was questioned by Gestapo men With a flick of his head � I am sorry,� he said �And I�ll try not to do it again!�
At cards he has been known to cheat But at darts�.well, that Chief he can�t beat When they�re down at The Doves Our Casino just loves Picking fights with the boys on the beat
To the Warden he moans when he can He complains about every plan But when it comes to the test He�s just one of the best You can�t ask for a more loyal man
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