Chester P - Burglar Bill Theme lyrics
[Chester P - Burglar Bill Theme lyrics]
Here Ethel yes John
Are you sure you've locked those windows?
Errr I don’t know
Are you sure you've closed the windows?
Are you sure you've locked the doors?
’Cause the very way the wind blows
And your fortunes are no more
I'm the squalor man
Call me bottom dollar man
Me? I'll rob your fam and
Disappear like a hologram
I know a squatter shottin'
Grams of this Rotterdam
He's making parmesan so it's
Obvious I gotta scam
I got a plan to rob a van full of imbeciles
I'm the sort of man who puts
A ladder to your window sill
I robbed your flat, no remorse
Just a ring and till you can ring thе bill
It's more fuel for the innеr thrills
I’m a sinner and I’m living
Out a sinners fate
I'm the kinda guy who’ll take the
Dinner from your dinner plate
I'm in your gates while your
Heads on a pillowcase
Watching documentaries about the
Way gorillas mate
Are you sure you've closed the windows?
Are you sure you've locked the doors?
’Cause the very way the wind blows
And your fortunes are no more
I'm in your space and I'm
Flicking through your scummy mags
Looking for the place where you've
Hidden all your money bags
Until it's you then it's
Just another funny gag
You ain't gonna laugh when I'm
Burgling your crummy pad
And as a kid there wasn't nuttin'
You could say to me
Money weren't available and no one
Ever played with me
Sweets weren't affordable
Poverty was plain to see
First course of action was to
Burgle me a bakery
So I was eating cakes straight
For a few weeks
Turning over cars never turning
Over new leafs
And I'll be there contemplating
When you do sleep
Will it be ya house or a flat or ya new jeep
And certain streets where ya have
To pay the crack tax
You can see us scamming in
The hood on your backpack
And none of us are tryna be another fat Pat
Out to jack flats and got
Trapped in the cat flap
Are you sure you've closed the windows?
Are you sure you've locked the doors?
'Cause the very way the wind blows
And your fortunes are no more
Are you sure you've closed the windows?
Are you sure you've locked the doors?
'Cause the very way the wind blows
And your fortunes are no more
Are you sure you've locked those windows?
Errr I don’t know
Are you sure you've closed the windows?
Are you sure you've locked the doors?
’Cause the very way the wind blows
And your fortunes are no more
I'm the squalor man
Call me bottom dollar man
Me? I'll rob your fam and
Disappear like a hologram
I know a squatter shottin'
Grams of this Rotterdam
He's making parmesan so it's
Obvious I gotta scam
I got a plan to rob a van full of imbeciles
I'm the sort of man who puts
A ladder to your window sill
I robbed your flat, no remorse
Just a ring and till you can ring thе bill
It's more fuel for the innеr thrills
I’m a sinner and I’m living
Out a sinners fate
I'm the kinda guy who’ll take the
Dinner from your dinner plate
I'm in your gates while your
Heads on a pillowcase
Watching documentaries about the
Way gorillas mate
Are you sure you've closed the windows?
Are you sure you've locked the doors?
’Cause the very way the wind blows
And your fortunes are no more
I'm in your space and I'm
Flicking through your scummy mags
Looking for the place where you've
Hidden all your money bags
Until it's you then it's
Just another funny gag
You ain't gonna laugh when I'm
Burgling your crummy pad
And as a kid there wasn't nuttin'
You could say to me
Money weren't available and no one
Ever played with me
Sweets weren't affordable
Poverty was plain to see
First course of action was to
Burgle me a bakery
So I was eating cakes straight
For a few weeks
Turning over cars never turning
Over new leafs
And I'll be there contemplating
When you do sleep
Will it be ya house or a flat or ya new jeep
And certain streets where ya have
To pay the crack tax
You can see us scamming in
The hood on your backpack
And none of us are tryna be another fat Pat
Out to jack flats and got
Trapped in the cat flap
Are you sure you've closed the windows?
Are you sure you've locked the doors?
'Cause the very way the wind blows
And your fortunes are no more
Are you sure you've closed the windows?
Are you sure you've locked the doors?
'Cause the very way the wind blows
And your fortunes are no more