Baggy suit and flashy tie, blue of knuckle, red of eye,
He's one of the boys, he's a wide boy.
He'd sell his mother for a quid, rumour has it that he did,
He's one of the boys, he's a wide boy.
He used to be his father's pride, 'til he spent a year inside,
He's one of the boys, he's a wide boy.
Six feet from shoulder to shoulder and five feet from the ground,
Iron fists, a head like a boulder - a friend like that is good to have around!
At the club he's set to pounce, girls to chat and boys to bounce,
He's one of the boys, he's a wide boy.
Oy!
