Strong men tremble when they hear it
They've got cause enough to fear it
It's much blacker than they smear it
Nobody mentions my name
Rich men hold their five-pound notes out
Saves me emptying their couats out
They know I could tear their throats out
Just to live up to my name
Wiv me Jimmy in me hand
Lemme see the man who dares
Stop me taking what I may
He can start to say his prayers
Biceps like an iron girder
Fit for doing of a murder
If I just so much as heard a bloke even whisper my name
Bill Sikes
Some Toff, slumming wiv his valet
Bumped into me in the alley
Now his eyes will never tally
He'd never heard of my name
One bloke used to boast the claim
He could take my name in vain
Poor bloke, shame me was so green
Never was me seen again
Once bad, what's the good of turning?
In hell, I'll be there a-burning
Meanwhile, think of what I'm earning
All on account of my name
What is it?
What is it?
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What is it?
Bill Sikes