| They treat me like a savage | 
| On me they took advantage | 
| When I was young and growing up in town | 
| All o' them badjohns used to slap me down | 
| Kicked me and all them stuff | 
| Give me some big, big cuff | 
| I really grew up rough and tough | 
| Now I’m a rebel | 
| I seeking meh revenge in any kind o' way | 
| I’m a devil | 
| I don’t laugh, I don’t smile, I don’t play | 
| Anytime we meet, man-to-man | 
| It’s blood and sand! | 
| They really think I forget | 
| How I get so much clouted | 
| They used to bluff me when I leaving school | 
| Take off meh cap and tap me like a fool | 
| While they were in their glee | 
| I was in misery | 
| Like any Good Friday bobolee | 
| Now I’m a rebel | 
| I seeking meh revenge in any kind o' way | 
| I’m a devil | 
| I don’t laugh, I don’t smile, I don’t play | 
| Anytime we meet, man-to-man | 
| It’s blood and sand! | 
| All I could do was cry, cry | 
| And go home with a black eye | 
| When I was twelve I was a laughing stock | 
| Known as a pappy-show from block to block | 
| Always, always in a fix | 
| Whenever they do their tricks | 
| I’m always getting innocent licks | 
| Now I’m a rebel | 
| I seeking my revenge in any kind o' way | 
| I’m a devil | 
| I don’t laugh, I don’t smile, I don’t play | 
| Anytime we meet, man-to-man | 
| It’s blood and sand! | 
| Once my schoolmaster told me | 
| He wish police could hold me | 
| When I was expelled I was left to roam | 
| Put out from school, also put out from home | 
| That’s why I want to meet | 
| Them badjohns on the street | 
| To show them how revenge is sweet | 
| I am a rebel | 
| I seeking my revenge in any kind o' way | 
| I’m a devil | 
| I don’t laugh, I don’t smile, I don’t play | 
| Anytime we meet, man-to-man | 
| It’s blood and sand! |