Verse 1



Three Juvenile Delinquents,

Juvenile Delinquents,

Happy As Can Be-we

Waste No Time

On The Wherefores And Whys Of It;

We Like Crime

And That's About The Size Of It;

People Say That Films Demoralise Us,

Lead Us To A Life Of Shame,

Mental Doctors Try To Civilise Us,

Psycho-analyse Us,

Blimey, What A Game!

They Don't Know How To Treat Us,

For If They Should Beat Us

That Would Never Do,

When They Say, 'Go Steady!'

We've The Answer Ready:

And The Same To You!



Verse 2



Three Juvenile Delinquents,

Juvenile Delinquents,

Happy As Can Be-we

Hit And Run

For The Thrill And The Sport Of It;

Nice Clean Fun

And That's The Long And Short Of It.

Dear Old Ladies Often Get The Vapours

When We Meet Them After Dark-whoo!

Then Next Day We Read About Our Capers

In The Daily Papers,

Blimey, What A Lark!

We Thrill The Sunday Readers,

But The Silly Bleeders

Haven't Got A Clue

When The Judge Says, 'Chokey'

We Say 'Okey-dokey'

And The Same To You!



Verse 3



Three Juvenile Delinquents,

Juvenile Delinquents,

Happy As Can Be-we

Lick Our Chops

When We Read What They Write Of Us

All The Cops

Hate The Bloody Sight Of Us.

Once We Pinched A Cadillac And Drove Her

From The Marble Arch To Kew;

Hit A Fat Old Geezer In A Rover,

Fairly Bowled Her Over,

Blimey, What A Do!

We Said, 'You Mustn't Fuss, Dear,

There's A Lovely Bus, Dear,

Number Twenty-two,

If We've Bruised Your Bonnet,

Stick A Plaster On It.'

And The Same To You!



Verse 4



Three Juvenile Delinquents,

Juvenile Delinquents.

Every Now And Then-when

Kind Old Cranks

Mention Angels Of Light To Us

We Say, 'Thanks,

Don't Forget To Write To Us.'

Nowadays The Younger Generation

Never Had To Face Brute