The salmon gates of Humphrey Park
Look far less frightful in the dark
For tonight the sky candy shoot sparks
Of technicoloured reflective darts
The 'Product of Portugal' poured
Into the thimble Wendy wore
junkie needs another hit
captain goes down with his ship
Once again we're in town with the rosé wine
And I am the clown, prince of crime
Once again [bad word] down to the rosé wine
Crown the clown, prince of crime
Once again [bad word] down to the rosé wine
Crown the clown, prince of crime

All is forgotten in the drowsy hum
Another drop of poison in a [bad word] slum
The night is young but the moon is split
The night is young but the moon is split
Slaves, Graves, Daves
From Romford to Iraq
I can spot a [bad word] of a lot
Of stars on McDonalds caps
And you're billing me for every [bad word] bullet that you shoot
But the villainy you teach me
I shall execute
Once again we're in town with the rosé wine
And I am the clown, prince of crime
Once again [bad word] down to the rosé wine
Crown the clown, prince of crime
Once again [bad word] down to the rosé wine
Crown the clown, prince of crime