| 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. |