There he goes olde Arthur Toddy Phillips with his cut throat razor blade.He was the dean of the dippers he was my great grand pa.Spending his days dressed smart and audacious trying to look born and bred;Diamonds and daisies at Ascot with ladies geezers from Hoxton Square.Picking pockets at music halls and pulling strokes at market stalls.Razors and races. Now Aunt Kate said he looked like a tally man or that he dressed so smart he looked like a doctor.Two pints and a whiskey for John that was his brother you know.Taking their share with a fake debonair while Prince Monolulu chases the fat.They were slashing the traces twas a day at the races while the loser was kicking the cat.Picking pockets at music halls while pulling strokes at market stalls.Shootouts down Portpool Lane here come the Finsbury boys.They be slashing and a cutting down olde Soho ways and they sent the Cobblestone Kid packing.Aunt Kate said he looked like a tally man, and others said he dressed so smart he looked like a doctor.
Fuck the Sabinis all the way down to Brighton.
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