In my yellow jersey, I went out on the nicknSouth street Romford shopping arcadenGot a Razzle magazine, I never paidnInside my jacket, and away double-quicknGood sense told me once was enoughnBut I had a cocky eye on more of the stuffnPut the Razzle in my pocket back to have another picknnInstead of being sneaky, I strolled insidenI put my thieving hand on something rudenI walked right out with a silhouette of nudesn'Hold on sonny,' said a voice at my siden'I think you've taken one of my books'nPassers by gave me dirty looksn'Not me, mister,' I bravely liednnWe stopped by the window of a jeweller's shopn'If it's money for your lunch, I'd have given you a loannHave you got any form? Were you on your own?nRound to the station and we'll tell the cops.'n'I'm ever so ashamed, it was wicked and rashnHere's the book back, and here's the cashnI've never stole before, I promise I'll stop'nn'Crime doesn't pay, you've got honest eyesnIf we go to the law, another thief is bornnAnd I'll get the book back creased and tornnSo return what you've taken and apologise.'nI gave him back his nudey booknI said I was sorry; I slung my hooknWith the Razzle in my pocket as the second prize