Our father, who art in prison,
even my mum knows not his name,
they chavdom come,
you'll read it in the sun.
In Birminham as it is in London,
give us this day our welfare bread
and forgive us our ASBO's,
As we happy slap those who got us our ASBO's against us,
lead us not to employment,
but deliver us free housing,
for thine is the chavdom, the burberry
and the bacardi,
forever and ever......
Inn it.