Song | Billericay Dickie |
Artist | Ian Dury |
Album | Warts 'n' Audience [live] |
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作词 : Dury, Nugent | |
Good evening, I'm from Essex | |
In case you couldn't tell | |
My given name is Dickie | |
I come from Billericay | |
And I'm doing very well | |
Had a love affair with Nina | |
In the back of my cortina | |
A seasoned-up hyena | |
Could not have been more obscener | |
She took me to the cleaners | |
And other misdemeanours | |
But I got right up between her | |
Rum and her Ribena | |
Well, you ask Joyce and Vicky | |
If candy-floss is sticky | |
I'm not a blinking thicky | |
I'm Billericay Dickie | |
And I'm doing very well | |
I bought a lot of Brandy | |
When I was courting Sandy | |
Took eight to make her randy | |
And all I had was shandy | |
Another thing with Sandy | |
What often came in handy | |
Was passing her a mandy | |
She didn't half go bandy | |
So, you ask Joyce and Vicky | |
If I ever took the mickey | |
I'm not a flipping thicky | |
I'm Billericay Dickie | |
And I'm doing very well | |
I'd rendez-vous with Janet | |
Quite near the Isle of Thanet | |
She looked more like a gannet | |
She wasn't half a prannet | |
Her mother tried to ban it | |
Her father helped me plan it | |
And when I captured Janet | |
She bruised her pomegranate | |
Oh, you ask Joyce and Vicky | |
If I ever shaped up tricky | |
I'm not a blooming thicky | |
I'm Billericay Dickie | |
And I'm doing very well | |
You should never hold a candle | |
If you don't know where it's been | |
The jackpot is in the handle | |
On a normal fruit machine | |
So, you ask Joyce and Vicky | |
Who's their favourite brickie | |
I'm not a common thicky | |
I'm Billericay Dickie | |
And I'm doing very well | |
I know a lovely old toe-rag | |
Obliging and noblesse | |
Kindly, charming shag from Shoeburyness | |
My given name is Dickie | |
I come from Billericay | |
I thought you'd never guess | |
So, you ask Joyce and Vicky | |
A pair of squeaky chickies | |
I'm not a flaming thicky | |
I'm Billericay Dicky | |
And I'm doing very well | |
Oh golly, oh gosh | |
Come and lie on the couch | |
With a nice bit of posh | |
From Burnham-on-Crouch | |
My given name is Dickie | |
I come from Billericay | |
And I ain't a slouch | |
So, you ask Joyce and Vicky | |
About Billericay Dickie | |
I ain't an effing thicky | |
You ask Joyce and Vicky | |
I'm doing very well |
zuo ci : Dury, Nugent | |
Good evening, I' m from Essex | |
In case you couldn' t tell | |
My given name is Dickie | |
I come from Billericay | |
And I' m doing very well | |
Had a love affair with Nina | |
In the back of my cortina | |
A seasonedup hyena | |
Could not have been more obscener | |
She took me to the cleaners | |
And other misdemeanours | |
But I got right up between her | |
Rum and her Ribena | |
Well, you ask Joyce and Vicky | |
If candyfloss is sticky | |
I' m not a blinking thicky | |
I' m Billericay Dickie | |
And I' m doing very well | |
I bought a lot of Brandy | |
When I was courting Sandy | |
Took eight to make her randy | |
And all I had was shandy | |
Another thing with Sandy | |
What often came in handy | |
Was passing her a mandy | |
She didn' t half go bandy | |
So, you ask Joyce and Vicky | |
If I ever took the mickey | |
I' m not a flipping thicky | |
I' m Billericay Dickie | |
And I' m doing very well | |
I' d rendezvous with Janet | |
Quite near the Isle of Thanet | |
She looked more like a gannet | |
She wasn' t half a prannet | |
Her mother tried to ban it | |
Her father helped me plan it | |
And when I captured Janet | |
She bruised her pomegranate | |
Oh, you ask Joyce and Vicky | |
If I ever shaped up tricky | |
I' m not a blooming thicky | |
I' m Billericay Dickie | |
And I' m doing very well | |
You should never hold a candle | |
If you don' t know where it' s been | |
The jackpot is in the handle | |
On a normal fruit machine | |
So, you ask Joyce and Vicky | |
Who' s their favourite brickie | |
I' m not a common thicky | |
I' m Billericay Dickie | |
And I' m doing very well | |
I know a lovely old toerag | |
Obliging and noblesse | |
Kindly, charming shag from Shoeburyness | |
My given name is Dickie | |
I come from Billericay | |
I thought you' d never guess | |
So, you ask Joyce and Vicky | |
A pair of squeaky chickies | |
I' m not a flaming thicky | |
I' m Billericay Dicky | |
And I' m doing very well | |
Oh golly, oh gosh | |
Come and lie on the couch | |
With a nice bit of posh | |
From BurnhamonCrouch | |
My given name is Dickie | |
I come from Billericay | |
And I ain' t a slouch | |
So, you ask Joyce and Vicky | |
About Billericay Dickie | |
I ain' t an effing thicky | |
You ask Joyce and Vicky | |
I' m doing very well |
zuò cí : Dury, Nugent | |
Good evening, I' m from Essex | |
In case you couldn' t tell | |
My given name is Dickie | |
I come from Billericay | |
And I' m doing very well | |
Had a love affair with Nina | |
In the back of my cortina | |
A seasonedup hyena | |
Could not have been more obscener | |
She took me to the cleaners | |
And other misdemeanours | |
But I got right up between her | |
Rum and her Ribena | |
Well, you ask Joyce and Vicky | |
If candyfloss is sticky | |
I' m not a blinking thicky | |
I' m Billericay Dickie | |
And I' m doing very well | |
I bought a lot of Brandy | |
When I was courting Sandy | |
Took eight to make her randy | |
And all I had was shandy | |
Another thing with Sandy | |
What often came in handy | |
Was passing her a mandy | |
She didn' t half go bandy | |
So, you ask Joyce and Vicky | |
If I ever took the mickey | |
I' m not a flipping thicky | |
I' m Billericay Dickie | |
And I' m doing very well | |
I' d rendezvous with Janet | |
Quite near the Isle of Thanet | |
She looked more like a gannet | |
She wasn' t half a prannet | |
Her mother tried to ban it | |
Her father helped me plan it | |
And when I captured Janet | |
She bruised her pomegranate | |
Oh, you ask Joyce and Vicky | |
If I ever shaped up tricky | |
I' m not a blooming thicky | |
I' m Billericay Dickie | |
And I' m doing very well | |
You should never hold a candle | |
If you don' t know where it' s been | |
The jackpot is in the handle | |
On a normal fruit machine | |
So, you ask Joyce and Vicky | |
Who' s their favourite brickie | |
I' m not a common thicky | |
I' m Billericay Dickie | |
And I' m doing very well | |
I know a lovely old toerag | |
Obliging and noblesse | |
Kindly, charming shag from Shoeburyness | |
My given name is Dickie | |
I come from Billericay | |
I thought you' d never guess | |
So, you ask Joyce and Vicky | |
A pair of squeaky chickies | |
I' m not a flaming thicky | |
I' m Billericay Dicky | |
And I' m doing very well | |
Oh golly, oh gosh | |
Come and lie on the couch | |
With a nice bit of posh | |
From BurnhamonCrouch | |
My given name is Dickie | |
I come from Billericay | |
And I ain' t a slouch | |
So, you ask Joyce and Vicky | |
About Billericay Dickie | |
I ain' t an effing thicky | |
You ask Joyce and Vicky | |
I' m doing very well |