Verse 1 Have you ever seen a robin sitting in a tree My old gal will av it thats where I ought to be When I don me red vest the colour of me nose It started as a tit protector goodness how it grows I,m all there when I,m strolling up the west The girls they come and tickle me and rub me on the chest They make a regular fuss of me they say I look a don I always get in trouble when I put me waistcoat on Chorus
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