(center text) 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.