Verse 1
Three juvenile delinquents,
Juvenile delinquents,
Happy as can be-we
Waste no time
On the wherefores and whys of it;
We like crime
And that's about the size of it;
People say that films demoralise us,
Lead us to a life of shame,
Mental doctors try to civilise us,
Psycho-analyse us,
Blimey, what a game!
They don't know how to treat us,
For if they should beat us
That would never do,
When they say, 'Go steady!'
We've the answer ready:
And the same to you!
Verse 2
Three juvenile delinquents,
Juvenile delinquents,
Happy as can be-we
Hit and run
For the thrill and the sport of it;
Nice clean fun
And that's the long and short of it.
Dear old ladies often get the vapours
When we meet them after dark-whoo!
Then next day we read about our capers
In the daily papers,
Blimey, what a lark!
We thrill the Sunday readers,
But the silly bleeders
Haven't got a clue
When the judge says, 'Chokey'
We say 'Okey-dokey'
And the same to you!
Verse 3
Three juvenile delinquents,
Juvenile delinquents,
Happy as can be-we
Lick our chops
When we read what they write of us
All the cops
Hate the bloody sight of us.
Once we pinched a Cadillac and drove her
From the Marble Arch to Kew;
Hit a fat old geezer in a Rover,
Fairly bowled her over,
Blimey, what a do!
We said, 'You mustn't fuss, dear,
There's a lovely bus, dear,
Number twenty-two,
If we've bruised your bonnet,
Stick a plaster on it.'
And the same to you!
Verse 4
Three juvenile delinquents,
Juvenile delinquents.
Every now and then-when
Kind old cranks
Mention angels of light to us
We say, 'Thanks,
Don't forget to write to us.'
Nowadays the younger generation
Never had to face brute
