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