All my life I wanted to be a barra boy,
A barrow boy I always wanted to be,
When I wheels me barra, it fills me up with pride,
I'm a coster, coster, from over the other side,
I'll turn my back on all the high society,
Take me where the ripe bananas grow,
Well, I sell 'em a dozen a shillin',
That's how I makes my livin',
I should have been a barra boy years ago.
Get off me barra! I should have been a barra boy years ago.

Cheers



Bugsy