They must have had the whole thing planned

There must have been a hundred

If we make a stand

I think we'll be outnumbered

If I'd had the chance

Then I could understand

Why I'm a juvenile delinquent

In an east end gang.

And if you think you've seen gasoline burning in my eyes

Don't be alarmed, tell yourself it's good to be, it's good to be alive.

It's just another street kid on your tail

Running on the wrong side of the rails

With my boot lace tie and my hand-me-downs

You know I run the toughest bunch this side of town

Those street kids making news just being around.

I've been bottled and been brained

Squealers can't be trusted

If we fight tonight

You can bet we'll all be busted

I'd like to break away

From the rut I'm in

But beggars can't be choosers

And I was born to sin.

Let's hear it for the street kids

Making news just being around.