Plastic Gangster versuri

Versuri The 4-Skins – Plastic Gangster lyrics

I come from South London, I think I’m cool
I wear a cheap crombie, and that’s about all
I go down the clubs with all of the lads
They’re wearing their chains what they got from their dads
But all I got is 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’m a plastic gangster
They call me a crown and anchor

I asked one of me 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 for me cheap from his car-dealing dad
I’m in me new car, I’m driving it home
The next thing I know; the engine has blown!

I’m a plastic gangster
They call me a crown and anchor
I’m a plastic gangster
They call me a crown and anchor

Gangster!

I went down the West End, the locals were drag
I had to pay a tenner to go with some bag
Took me back to her place, I gave her some stick
The next thing I know; the old bag was sick!

I’m a plastic gangster
They call me a crown and anchor
I’m a plastic gangster
They call me a crown and anchor

Gangster!

I stay at home on Thursdays, Minder’s on TV
I’ve learned the Cockney-rhyming slang off 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

I’m a plastic gangster
They call me a crown and anchor
I’m a plastic gangster
They call me a crown and anchor

Gangster!

I could be so good for you!
Love you like you want me to!

I could be so good for you!
I could be so good for you!