| I’m Bert, p’raps you’ve heard of me
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| Bert, you’ve had word of me
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| Jogging along, hearty and strong
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| Living on plates of fresh air
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| I dress up in fashion
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| And when I am feeling depressed
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| I shave from my cuff all the whiskers and fluff
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| Stick my hat on and toddle up West
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| I’m Burlington Bertie, I rise at ten thirty
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| And saunter along like a toff
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| I walk down the Strand with my gloves on my hand
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| Then I walk down again with them off
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| I’m all airs and graces, correct easy paces
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| Without food so long I’ve forgot where my face is
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| I’m Bert, Bert, I haven’t a shirt
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| But my people are well off you know
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| Nearly everyone knows me from Smith to Lord Rosebr’y
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| I’m Burlington Bertie from Bow
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| I stroll with Lord Hurlington
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| Roll in The Burlington
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| Call for Champagne, walk out again
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| Come back and borrow the ink
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| I live most expensive
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| Like Tom Lipton I’m in the swim
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| He’s got so much 'oof', he sleeps on the roof
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| And I live in the room over him
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| I’m Burlington Bertie, I rise at ten thirty
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| And saunter along Temple Bar
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| As round there I skip
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| I keep shouting 'Pip Pip!'
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| And the darn’d fools think I’m in my car
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| At Rothchilds I swank it
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| My body I plank it
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| On his front door step with 'The Mail' for a blanket
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| I’m Bert, Bert, and Rothchild was hurt
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| He said ' You can’t sleep there' I said 'Oh'
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| He said 'I'm Rothchild sonny!' |
| I said 'That's damn’d funny
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| I’m Burlington Bertie from Bow'
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| I smile condescendingly
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| While they’re extending me
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| Cheer upon cheer when I appear
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| Captain with my polo team
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| So strict are my people
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| They’re William the Conqueror’s strain
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| If they ever knew I’d been talking to you
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| Why they’d never look at me again
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| I’m Burlington Bertie, I rise at ten thirty
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| And reach Kempton park around three
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| I stand by the rail, when a horse is for sale
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| And you ought to see Wooton watch me
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| I lean on some awning while Lord Derby’s yawning
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| Then he bids two thousand and I bid Good Morning
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| I’m Bert, Bert, I’d buy one, a cert
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| But where would I keep it you know
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| I can’t let my man see me in bed with a gee-gee
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| I’m Burlington Bertie from Bow!
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| My pose, Tho' ironical
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| Shows that my monocle
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| Holds up my face, keeps it in place
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| Stops it from slipping away
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| Cigars, I smoke thousands
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| I usually deal in The Strand
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| But you’ve got to take care when you’re getting them there
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| Or some idiot might stand on your hand
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| I’m Burlington Bertie, I rise at ten thirty
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| And Buckingham Palace I view
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| I stand in the yard while they’re changing the guard
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| And the queen shouts across «Toodle oo»!
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| The Prince of Wales' brother along with some other
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| Slaps me on the back and says «Come and see Mother»
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| But I’m Bert, Bert, and Royalty’s hurt
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| When they ask me to dine I say no
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| I’ve just had a banana with Lady Diana
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| I’m Burlington Bertie from Bow |