THE BALLAD OF BETHNAL GREEN.
(Paddy Roberts)
I tell the tale of a jealous male and a maid of sweet sixteen.
She was blonde and dumb and she lived with her Mum on the fringe of Bethnal Green.
She worked all week for a rich old Greek for her Pa was on the Dole.
And her one delight was a Friday night when she had a little rock and roll.
CHORUS: With my rit fal dal to my titty fal dal to my itty bitty fal dal day.
Then one fine day in the month of may she found her big romance.
He was tall and sleek with a scar on his cheek and a pair of Drainpipe pants.
She thought with you I could be so true through all the years to come.
For she loved the Gay Abandoned way he chewed his chewing gum. CHORUS.
It went quite well because he fell for all his girlish charms
but he had some doubts when he found her out in someone else arms.
Then he said, look here you know my dear this is going a bit too far,
then he turned quite white and sloshed her right in the middle of her cha cha cha. CHORUS.
He was brought before a man of the law who said this will not do.
I have had enough of the kind of stuff I gets from the likes of you.
And was he peeved when he received a longish time in clink.
In a fit of pique she married the Greek and now she's dressed in mink. CHORUS.