Bad Bones - Steeleye Span

I want your money

I’m gonna be rich

I’ll tear the clothes off your back

Leave you without a stitch

Kidnap your children

Sleep with your wife

I’ll stop at nothing

To get me a better life

Cause I’m bad to the bone

Steal your watch, or pick your pocket

If you’re leaving home

Slam the door be sure to lock it

Bad to the core

Fleet of foot, and light of finger

If you call the law

I’ll string you up, and then I’ll skin ya'

I’ve got no stomach

For working hard

My dice are weighted

I cheat at cards

You try to shock me

I’ll shoot you down

I’d sell my mother

For half a crown

Cause I’m bad to the bone

Stal your watch, or pick your pocket

If you’re leaving hom

Slam the door be sure to lock it

Bad to the core

Fleet of foot, and light of finger

If you call the law

I’ll string you up, and then I’ll skin ya'

I’ll romance with a lady of this town

But when she awakes, she’ll find that I flown

With her money, her jewellery, her silver, her gold

By six o’clock this evening, it will all be sold

Cause I want your money

I’m gonna be rich

I’ll tear the clothes off your back

Leave you without a stitch

Cause I’m bad to the bone

Steal your watch, or pick your pocket

If you’re leaving home

Slam the door be sure to lock it

Bad to the core

Fleet of foot, and light of finger

If you call the law

I’ll string you up, and then I’ll skin ya'

(Spoken)

So here I stand before you, prepared to meet my fate

Declared the public enemy, the very devil incarnate

Now this should be my reckoning, but it is not to be

They underestimated my power of threats, and bribery

The verdict will be innocent, my tale will be believed

The jury have the choice to leave here rich, or?

Dulled

The judge is in my pocket, so are the police

I’ve every angled covered, and every palm greased

Here comes the verdict, not guilty!

See I live to see another day of vice, and villainy

Cause I’m

Bad, bad, bad, bad to the bone

Steal your watch, or pick your pocket

If you’re leaving home

Slam the door be sure to lock it

Bad to the core

Fleet of foot, and light of finger

If you call the law

I’ll string you up, and then I’ll skin ya'

Bad to the bone

String you up, and then I’ll skin ya'