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