Get your hands off that boy
Don’t smash his head with a bam-bam
We’re not happy with your toy
They just wanna enjoy-joy

Yes, it’s safe to turn your back
But you don’t know much about that
Now, put away your riot helmets
Crazy wearin’ those bullet-proof vests

Now put away those guns
Oi, boy’s not a threat
No trouble, no regrets
Oi, oi, oi

Leave us Mr. Swatman

Get your guns off that boy
Please don’t use your bang-bang
They’re just here to enjoy
All they want is to slam-slam