Lyrics:

Space man blow up!

Oh, Maggot, he's a modern day Fagin
Turfing out your pockets like a christian burns a pagan

Dripping with charm, style and panache

He'll leave you sore like a venereal rash
They tried to catch him, he says:

Time to dash!

He always leaves a party with a wallet full of cash
He's a bastard, but he's always looking flash
With his shoes like Dick Turpin, across his waist he wears a sash

Sporting top hat, with a pocket watch too
The tallest member of the Goldie Lookin' crew

Watch out if he's there when you're pissed
He learnt his science from my man, Oliver Twist
Of his crimes, we tried to compile a list
Selling sexy DVD's of a willy being kissed

Stealing pensions from the old and infirm

Made a fortune selling doctors fake sperm
Like Charles Dickens, there's a lesson to be learned

Beware the Maggot

Cos the worm has turned

Whoop, whoop, whoop, beep beep
All of de yout' shall witness de day that Babylon shall faaaalll

Just like Jack The Ripper, he'll do you up a kipper
And he's like a highway man holding up a newborn nipper
He's smarter than Sherlock Holmes or ITV's Taggart

I'm dapper, refined and they call me the maggot

Turn your back and your pocket, he will pick
His eyes and talons are fuckin' deadly equipped

Like a chameleon, I'm the master thief

Using a disguise, dressed like Penelope Keith

You gotta smoke a reefer or two
You gotta smoke a reefer or two
You gotta smoke a reefer or two
You gotta smoke a reefer or two
I steal money and hide it in my rectal hole
Taking your belongings in my ultimate goal
I'll take your China, your silver and your soul
By darkness and night, I shimmy up the drain-pipe
The Maggot, the Maggot, that's who I am
Don't ever trust me, always doing a scam
I punched a woman and stole the baby and a pram
I even sliced my penis up and sold it as ham

Gold chains and watches, maggot's got plenty
He pinched them from ladies and upset the gentry

Like Sherlock Holmes bumming Watson, it's elementary

He's the modern day menace of the nineteenth century
A gentleman thief, a scholar and a rogue

Doing the locomotion like Kylie Minogue

He's got the strength of ten, like a maniac

And I'm also identified as Spring-heeled Jack

Whoa, here he comes
Watch out, son, he'll rip you off
Whoa, here he comes
He's a money grabbing bastard from Newport

I'm Maggot with the GLC
Big shout to all the Valleys
Free Dick Turpin and the ring stinger
Big up to Dipper Nan
Merthyr Connection
Postman Port, big shout out to Postman Port
And Mark, running the bar
Always sorts it
Big up Hafodrynys hotel
Big up to Pontllanfraith crew
Also the West End crew in Abercarn
I did a wheelie on a Penny Farthing
Big wheel up, big wheel up
All the bus routes
X15, 53, big respect
Red and white at cross keys
And their rivals Glynn Williams
Respect to you all
All those that know fake Elvis
On their transister radio......
Maggot, signing out, 2000 plus 3
Every man do his ting, a little bit different