To the tune of Jim JonesOh come listen to me story, boys
And hear me tell me tale
How the long arm of the law, me boys
Caught Jim Jones by the tail
And it swung me like a flail, me boys
Ten times around its head
And it flung me into jail, me boys
From whence I'm not yet fled

So take a tip before you slip into them metal knicks
The word is out, they know about our clever little tricks
Our clever little tricks they say their cover has been blown
So out the door you'll slip no more and safely home Jim Jones

It seems an honest thief, me boys
Is doomed to pay the price
I thought I'd fooled the law, me boys
They took me by surprise
With their scanners and their magnetrons
It's just like Dr Who
And now it seems they've cottoned on
To the likes of me and you

So take a tip before you slip into them metal knicks
The word is out, they know about our clever little tricks
Our clever little tricks they say their cover has been blown
So out the door you'll slip no more and safely home Jim Jones

I'm hanging up me gear, me boys
To never resurrect.
Me poacher's pocket, balaclava,
Stocking I'll neglect
Me dead-of-night, me out-of-sight,
Me in-out-and-away
And me underpants, that creaked by chance
And gave my game away

So take a tip before you slip into them metal knicks
The word is out, they know about our clever little tricks
Our clever little tricks they say their cover has been blown
So out the door you'll slip no more and safely home Jim Jones