The Shambles are a shambles, crooks and crafters
hanging from the rafters,
with the beat and the bangles oh,
Bojangles shirks and shouts from all the angles.
Masses on mass go past,
head down walk fast,
this is where we live too
let the ladies and children through,
I'm struggling help me along,
hold my own as I sing my song,
I'm struggling help me along,
hold my own as I'm singing my song for you
Tearing through St Annes Square,
Policeman down no one cares x4
The Shambles were a shambles, crooks and crafters
hanging from the rafters,
with the beat and the bangles oh,
Bojangles shirks and shouts from all the angles.
I'm struggling help me along,
hold my own as I sing my song,
I'm struggling help me along,
hold my own as Im singing my song for you.
Woaaah
Woooah.