They must have had the whole thing planned 
There must have been a hundred 
If we make a stand 
I think we'll be outnumbered 
If I'd had the chance 
Then I could understand 
Why I'm a juvenile delinquent 
In an East End gang 

And if you think you've seen gasoline burning in my eyes 
Don't be alarmed, tell yourself it's good to be, it's good to be alive 

It's just another street kid on your tail [bad word] on the wrong side of the rails 
With my boot lace tie and my hand-me-downs 
You know [bad word] the toughest bunch this side of town 
Those street kids making news just being around 

I've been bottled and been brained 
Squealers can't be [bad word] 
If we fight tonight 
You can bet we'll all be busted 
I'd like to break away 
From [bad word] I'm in 
But beggars can't be choosers 
And I was born to sin 

Let's hear it for the street kids 
Making news just being around