Got me there in the south of
Spain
And
British customs tried in vain
Getting back to face the judge
Only cos I ain't got a grudge
Won't drive back to
London town
Cos he's too busy getting brown
He ain't never made nothing
out of being poor
He's just making a living out of breaking
the law
Winter months, skimming cloisters
Lots of champagne,
feeding on oysters
Drives a big roller, often in vain
With all this money,
it's never the same
Celebrity friends, the fun never ends
Life's too short,
so spend, spend, spend
He ain't never made nothing
out of being poor
Anxious, making a living at a break in the law
Early days, cheating up in the city
Ripping off punters and shutting my pay
Flew me prayers and
I've been received
Sought the poor bastards,
been received
Don't give a damn what they say
When all they did was pack my pie
He ain't never made nothing
out of being poor
He's just making a living
out of breaking the law
He ain't never made nothing
out of being poor
He's just making a living
out of breaking the law
He ain't never made nothing
out of being poor
He's just making a living
out of breaking the law
Oh, breaking the law