| Now heres a little story,
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| to tell it is a must
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| about an unsung hero,
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| that moves away a dust
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| Some people make a fortune
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| others earn a mint
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| my old man dont earn much
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| infact, hes flippin skint!
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| My old mans a dustman
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| he wears a dustmans hat
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| he wears cor-blimey trousers
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| and he lives in a council flat
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| he looks a propa 'nana in his great big hobnail boots
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| hes got such a job to pull 'em up that he calls 'em daisy roots
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| Some folks give tips at Christmas
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| And some of them forget
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| so when he picks their bins up he spills some on the step
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| now one old man got nasty
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| and too the council wrote
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| next time my old man went round there
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| he punched him up the throat!
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| My old mans a dustman
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| he wears a dustmans hat
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| he wears cor-blimey trousers
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| and he lives in a council flat
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| I say i say i say Les
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| Yeah?
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| I, er, i found a police dog in my dustbin
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| How’d you know he’s a police dog?
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| he had a policeman with him!
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| Though my old mans a dustman
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| hes got a heart of gold
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| he got married recently
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| though hes 86 years old
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| we said 'here, hang on dad. |
| youre getting past your prime!'
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| he said 'when you get my age it helps to pass the time!'
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| My old mans a dustman
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| he wears a dustmans hat
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| he wears cor-blimey trousers
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| and he lives in a council flat
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| I say I say I say
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| eh?
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| my dusbins full of lilies!
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| Well throw them away then!
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| I cant, Lillie’s wearing them!
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| Now one day whilst in a hurry
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| he missed a ladies bin
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| he hadnt gone but a few yards when she chased after him
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| «What game do you think your playing?!»
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| She cried straight from the heart
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| «youve missed me! |
| am i too late?»
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| nah jump up on the cart!
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| My old mans a dustman
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| he wears a dustmans hat
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| he wears cor-blimey trousers
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| and he lives in a council flat
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| I say… I say… I say…
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| Not you again!
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| my dustbin’s absoloutely full of toadstools
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| How do you know its full?
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| Cause theres not mushroom inside!
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| He found a tigers head one day
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| nailed to a piece of wood
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| the tiger looked quite miserable
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| but I suppose he should!
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| just then from out the window
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| a voice began to wail… it said
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| 'oy, wheres me tigers 'ead?'
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| four foot from its tail!
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| My old mans a dustman
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| he wears a dustmans hat
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| he wears cor-blimey trousers
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| and he lives in a council flat
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| next time you see a dustman
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| looking all pale and sad
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| dont kick him in the dustbin
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| it might be my old dad!!! |