The Sweeney’s doing ninety 'cause they’ve got the word to go
They get a gang of villains in a shed up at Heathrow
They’re counting out the fivers when the handcuffs lock again
In and out of Wandsworth with the numbers on their names
It’s funny how their missus’ always look the bleeding same And meanwhile at the station there’s a couple of likely lads
Who swear like, “How’s your father?” and they’re very cool for cats
They’re cool for cats