They have been taken and they’re mourning,
’cause they’re devoid of swag.
They’re ripped off, fleeced and now their purse is light;
and wrenched are their dough bags.

They were conned, taken in by that bunk shtik;
some suck it up; some bawl.
Most resort to moaning and groaning
or smashing tight fists through a wall
(no dough to fix the wall).

Grifters are shifty…make your life so terrible.
Grifters are filchy; they do not treat you right.
Grifters are lifty…pick your pocket, no problem.
Grifters are fibby—they lie and ain’t contrite.

Grifters are shifty;
grifters are filchy (shifty and lifty);
grifters are fibby (you’ll be a griftee).

Be careful you don’t fall for their line—
do not be a chump griftee.
This is quite far from a victimless crime—
victims do not feel nifty.

You’ll dread it if you’re hit by this crime—
they get you in their sights.
If not careful you’re shorn of your last dime
and feel worse than uptight.

Watch it, ’cause those grifters are shifty—
you could be in a plight.
Grifters are filchy…will never be contrite.

Sometimes these grifters work together in filch teams.
They’ll try to plunder and rip apart your fiscal dreams. Fibbin’ and griftin’.