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Along the Forest Road, there's hundreds of cars - luxury cars
Each has got its load of convertible bars, cutlery cars - superscars
For today is the day when they sort it out, sort it out
'Cause they disagree on a gangland boundary
'Cause they disagree on a gangland boundary
There's Willy Wright and his boys - one helluva noise, that's Billy's boys!
With fully-fashioned mugs, that's Little John's thugs, the Barking Slugs - supersmugs!
For today is the day when they sort it out, sort it out
Yes, these Christian soldiers fight to protect the poor
East end heroes got to score in
The Battle of Epping Forest
Yes, it's the Battle of Epping Forest
Right outside your door
And you ain't seen nothing like it
No, you ain't seen nothing like it
Not since the Civil War
Coming over the hill are the boys of Bill and Johnny's lads stand very still
With the umpire's shout, they all start to clout - there's no guns in this gentleman's bout
And Georgie moves in on the outside left with a chain flying round his head
And Harold Demure, from Art Literature, nips up the nearest tree (Here come the cavalry!)
Amidst the battle roar
Accountants keep the score: 10-4
They've never been alone
After getting a radiophone
The bluebells are ringing for Sweetmeal Sam, real ham
Handing out bread and jam just like any picnic
Picnic, picnic, picnic
It's 5-4 on William Wright, he made his pile on Derby night
When Billy was a kid, walking the streets, the other kids hid - so they did!
And now, after working hard in security trade, he's got it made
The shops that need aid are those that haven't paid
"I do my double-show quick." said Mick the Prick, fresh out the nick
"I sell cheap holiday, the minute they leave then a visit I pay - and does it pay!"
And his friend, Liquid Len by name - of Wine, Women and Wandsworth fame
Said "I'm breaking the legs of the bastard that got me framed!"
"I'm breaking the legs of the bastard that got me framed!"
They called me the Reverend when I entered the Church unstained