Plastic Gangsters

I come from south London I think I'm cool

I wear a cheap crombie and that's about all

I go down the pub with all the lads

Their wearing their chains that they got from their dads

But all I got was a rotten cheap chain

My wife's got in debt with the club book again

I'm a plastic gangster

They call me a crown and anchor

I asked one of my mates to get me some books

About the East End their gangs and their crooks

I bought a cheap car from one of the lads

He got it cheap from his car dealing dad

I'm in my new car, I'm driving it home

The next thing I know the engine has blown

I went down the West End, the local was drag

I had to pay a tenner to go with some bag

I took her home to her place I gave her some stick

The next thing I know the old bag was sick

I stay at home on Thursdays, minders on TV

I'm learning Cockney rhyming slang of to a tee

So when I go out on Fridays I know what to say

I wish I was like Arthur and get my own way.