The Burglars of Britain

Here’s good luck to the Burglars of Britain

The Underworld Securicor;

For burglars in worthy disguises

Will keep the wolf from your door.

burglars

If you read in your papers

You may recollect

Poor deviant victims

Of callous neglect;

It’s just through sheer luck

You’ve kept your self-respect.

 

But you’re safe, you’re safe,

You’re safe – aye; you’re safe.

Go crack a safe with the Burglars of Britain,

The salt of old Albion’s land.

 

It’s only through them

That you’re where you are now;

So go rest contented,

Don’t ask why or how.

Just let them go freely,

To plunder and roam;

They’ll cushion your country,

Your comfort, your home,

 

And you’re safe,  you’re safe,

You’re safe – aye; you’re safe.

Go crack a safe with the Burglars of Britain,

The salt of old Albion’s land.

 

Through VAT and Income Tax

You meet the expense

Of a bad rip-off budget

And bogus defence;

You keep your mouths shut,

For you cannot make sense

 

You feel safe,  you’re safe,

You’re safe – aye; you’re safe.

Go crack a safe with the Burglars of Britain,

The salt of old Albion’s land.

burglars

Those generous donators

Of money reward,

They’re deep into graft

And they’re well into fraud;

They ravage the earth

Just to keep you dead bored.

You lose everything

But you’re not overawed

When everything’s comprehensively insured

And the law of the jungle says

Who shall be gored.

 

And you’re safe,  you’re safe,

You’re safe – aye; you’re safe.

Go crack a safe with the Burglars of Britain,

The salt of old Albion’s land.

 

You draw up the shield

Of a great company

A big crowbar crossed

By a skeleton key;

You’re happy as slaves

’Cos you think that you’re free

 

And you’re safe,  you’re safe,

You’re safe – aye; you’re safe.

Go crack a safe with the Burglars of Britain,

The salt of old Albion’s land.

 

Get off that soapbox,

Stop thumping that tub;

Go straight to the Mafia

And pay them your sub.

The world does you right

If you join in the club

 

And you’re safe, you’re safe,

You’re safe – aye; you’re safe.

Go crack a safe with the Burglars of Britain,

The salt of old Albion’s land.

 

It’s only through them

That you’re where you are now;

So go rest contented,

Don’t ask why or how.

Just let them go freely,

To plunder and roam;

They’ll cushion your country,

Your comfort, your home,

 

And you’re safe,  you’re safe,

You’re safe – aye; you’re safe.

Go crack a safe with the Burglars of Britain,

The salt of old Albion’s land.

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11 thoughts on “The Burglars of Britain

  • July 19, 2018 at 2:24 PM
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    Great work, Russell. Nicely penned and a pleasure to read.

    Possible edit: stanza 5, last line. Should Four be for?

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  • July 20, 2018 at 12:54 AM
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    Dear Phyllis, You are quite right; it should be ‘for’, not ‘four’; could you possibly fix? Some great pictures, for which many thanks. On Google there’s a link to a live performance of this at the Betsey Trotwood

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    • July 20, 2018 at 6:49 AM
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      David, please don’t forget to acknowledge comments from other authors on your posts. To reply to them would be greatly appreciated. Thank you.

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  • July 20, 2018 at 1:11 PM
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    I was captivated by your style and your description of burglars of Britain. I can tell you we have a few in my country as well. Oft times it’s better to pay up, what is the alternative? My old man was one of those and getting on the wrong side of him was deadly. I’ve seen all around me growing up as a boy in the toughest area of Montreal, Canada. I also felt the beat, the tapping of a shoe while reading this interesting work. Well done David, looking forward to reading more of your work.

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    • July 20, 2018 at 1:31 PM
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      Dear Vincent, I’m so glad you could relate this song to your experience of Montreal. There’s a video of one of my performance of this number at the Betsey Trotwood – via Google. I’ve got quite a lot of music tracks on YouTube. Can certainly post more of my song lyrics on Creative Exiles

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  • July 21, 2018 at 7:33 AM
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    The burglars we have now are more political than anything. That mafioso fist is secluded in the shadows and very small nowadays. Nice work David.

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    • July 21, 2018 at 7:49 AM
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      Dear Paul, I actually wrote that song in 1976, the year of Punk. Since then I feel it has gained in significance as we all become aware of criminal tendencies in government

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