Burglar Bill Theme

[Intro]
Here Ethel
Yes John
Are you sure you've locked those windows?
Errr I don’t know

[Hook]
Are you sure you've closed the windows?
Are you sure you've locked the doors?
’Cause the very way the wind blows
And your fortunes are no more

[Verse 1]
I'm the squalor man, call me bottom dollar man
Me? I'll rob your fam and disappear like a hologram
I know a squatter shottin' grams of this Rotterdam
He's making parmesan so it's obvious I gotta scam
I got a plan to rob a van full of imbeciles
I'm the sort of man who puts a ladder to your window sill
I robbed your flat, no remorse, just a ring and till
You can ring thе bill, it's more fuel for the innеr thrills
I’m a sinner and I’m living out a sinners fate
I'm the kinda guy who’ll take the dinner from your dinner plate
I'm in your gates while your heads on a pillowcase
Watching documentaries about the way gorillas mate

[Hook]
Are you sure you've closed the windows?
Are you sure you've locked the doors?
’Cause the very way the wind blows
And your fortunes are no more

[Verse 2]
I'm in your space and I'm flicking through your scummy mags
Looking for the place where you've hidden all your money bags
Until it's you then it's just another funny gag
You ain't gonna laugh when I'm burgling your crummy pad
And as a kid there wasn't nuttin' you could say to me
Money weren't available and no one ever played with me
Sweets weren't affordable, poverty was plain to see
First course of action was to burgle me a bakery
So I was eating cakes straight for a few weeks
Turning over cars never turning over new leafs
And I'll be there contemplating when you do sleep
Will it be ya house or a flat or ya new jeep
And certain streets where ya have to pay the crack tax
You can see us scamming in the hood on your backpack
And none of us are tryna be another fat Pat
Out to jack flats and got trapped in the cat flap

[Hook]
Are you sure you've closed the windows?
Are you sure you've locked the doors?
'Cause the very way the wind blows
And your fortunes are no more

Are you sure you've closed the windows?
Are you sure you've locked the doors?
'Cause the very way the wind blows
And your fortunes are no more