Twenty thieves from Albion,
All with butcher knives,
Coming on the dead run,
Fighting for their lives.
See the man from our town.
In a fancy vest,
Knocking all the big ones down,
Chasing all the rest.
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Twenty thieves from Albion, All with butcher knives, Coming on the dead run, Fighting for their lives. See the man from our town. In a fancy vest, Knocking all the big ones down, Chasing all the rest. | |||||||||||