Teddy Boys' Picnic

Crooks—
We are the local Teddy Boys
In Wellington we're rife
And in our pockets you will find
A bike chain or a knife.
Floridee, etc.
A bike chain or a knife.

If you go round the town today, you're due for a big surprise
For there we are in a fine array, all milling around like flies
We're there for everyone to see, dressed like beaus of Regency,
And in and out we strut about like peacocks.

Chorus—
People call us Teddy Boys,
What's in a name, they'd smell the same if they were Teddy Boys
Though some think our clothes are odd
They must declare we wave our hair like any Grecian god,
And we just like simple joys
For we've been simple all our very simple lives
With razors, chains, coshes and knives
We're children playing with toys,
For we are childish Teddy Boys.