All me life I wanted to be a barrah boy
A barrow boy I always wanted to be
I wheels me barrah it fills me up with pride
I'm a Costa, a Costa from over the other side
I turned me back on all the high society
Take me where the ripe bananas grow
I sells 'em a dozen a shillin'
That's how I makes me livin'
I should have been a barrah boy years ago
(get off me barrah)
I should have been a barrah boy years ago.

(Costa, short for Costa monger)

I don't know any more than that I'm afraid.

Do you know any more verses Bert?


Cheers


Bugsy