Lyrics:

In the old shop liftin' days,
Mikey used to do expensive linen and towels,
there'd be three of them,
One for the sting,
One standing at the blind spot,
they would agree on a location upfront,
The third would be checkin' for cameras,
Incase they missed one on the stake-out,

The next day Mikey would take the goods back,
He'd pretend he thrown the reciept away in the bag,
saying they'd been a present for his mum,
but she didn't like the colour,
hitten' up with a credit note,
and then choose a cd player or a watch,
somethin' nice from under the glass cabinet,
somethin' he could get rid of, easily later.....

(yeah, yeah...)
(yeah, yeah...)

He always carried cash y'see,
that way if he'd get caught,
they can only arrest you for theft,
If you suspect someone's onto you,
use the lift,
press all the buttons,
and get out, where there's a busy exit,
If you did your surveillance,
and sussed out the traps,
it gets handed to you like a piece of cake,
that's what Mikey used to say..

(yeah, yeah...)
that's what Mikey used to say..
(yeah, yeah...)
(yeah, yeah...)
(yeah, yeah...)

Things are different now,
the kid in the flat next door got an air pistol last week,
he was picking out pidgeons
and satellite dishes from the walkway,
next thing i know,
he's got it locked and loaded,
and he's strollin' around,
'Pop a cap in yo' ass'
That's what he said to me,
he walks into the room now,
they all pay attention,

it must feel good with his shots and his shocks,
no longer just another kid from the blocks,
no longer just another kid from the blocks,
it must feel good with his shots and his shocks,
no longer just another kid from the blocks,
no longer just another kid from the blocks,

(yeah, yeah...)
no longer just another kid from the blocks,
(yeah, yeah...)
(yeah, yeah...)
no longer just another kid from the blocks,
(yeah, yeah...)

my boy little Mikey will be 11 months in January,
he's got his dads eyes,
I haven't seen Mikey for weeks,
I don't really listen
when people say the things they say about him,
he's not a bad man,
I want him back whateva,

(yeah, yeah...)
I want him back whateva,
(yeah, yeah...)
(yeah, yeah...)
I want him back whateva,
(yeah, yeah...)
(yeah, yeah...)
(yeah, yeah...)