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MY OLD MAN'S A DUSTMAN (Donegan/Buchannan/Thorn ) Now, ‘ere's a little story. To tell it is a must About an unsung hero that moves away your dust. Some people earn a fortune, others make a mint. My old man don't earn much, in fact, he's flippin' skint. cho: Oh, my old man's a dustman, he wears a dustman's hat He wears gor-blimey trousers and he lives in a council flat. He looks a proper ‘nana in ‘is great big hobnailed boots He’s got such a job to pull them up that he calls ‘em daisy roots One day whilst in a hurry, he missed a lady's bin He ‘adn't gone but a few yards when she chased after him "What game do you think you're playing?" she cried right from the heart. "You missed me! Am I too late?" "No, jump up on the cart!" He found a tiger’s head one day nailed to a piece of wood, The tiger looked quite miserable as I suppose he should, Just then from out a window a voice began to wail, "Oi, where’s me tiger’s ‘ead?" "Four foot from his tail!" Now my old man’s a dustman he’s got an ‘eart of gold, He got married recently though he’s eighty six years old, I said, "Hey hang on Dad, you’re getting past your prime," He said, "When you get to my age it helps to pass the time!" My old man's a dustman, he wears a dustman's hat He wears gor-blimey trousers and he lives in a council flat. Next time you see a dustman lookin' all pale and sad Don’t kick him in the dustbin, it might be my old daaaaaaaaad! recorded by Lonnie Donegan in the 1950's or 1960's. @humor @English @work filename[ DUSTMAN JL JRO TH |
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