Oh you are a mucky kid Dirty as a dustbin lid. When he hears the things that you did You'll get a belt from yer dad.
Oh, you have your father's nose So crimson in the dark it glows. If you're not asleep when the boozers close You'll get a belt from yer dad.
You look so scruffy lying there Strawberry jam tarts in your hair. In all the world you haven't a care And I have got so many.
It's quite a struggle every day Livin' on yer father's pay. The beggar drinks it all away And leaves me without any.
Although you have no silver spoon Better days are coming soon. Our Nelly's working at the loom And she gets paid on Friday.
Perhaps one day we'll have a splash When Littlewoods provide the cash. We'll get a house in Knotty Ash And buy your dad a brewery.
Oh you are a mucky kid Dirty as a dustbin lid. When he hears the things that you did You'll get a belt from yer dad.
Oh you have your father's face You're growing up a real hard case. But there's no one can take your place Go fast asleep for your mummy.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
