| In the pub, about seven thirty
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| Mother makes sure that his face ain’t dirty
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| Him and mother go everywhere
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| Holds her hand without a care
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| Lived with mother for forty years
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| The neighborhood said that he must be queer
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| Normal folk a-just ain’t like that
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| Glad he can’t hear behind his back
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| When mother dies, he will have a cry
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| 'Cause he’ll be on his own
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| He’s frightened stiff, would it come to this?
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| Will he lose her to the heavenly home?
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| In the pub, about seven thirty
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| Mother makes sure that his face ain’t dirty
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| Him and mother go everywhere
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| Holds her hand without a care
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| Lived with mother for forty years
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| The neighborhood said that he must be queer
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| Normal folk a-just ain’t like that
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| Glad he can’t hear behind his back
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| When mother dies, he’ll have a cry
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| 'Causes he’ll be on his own
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| He’s frightened stiff, would it come to this?
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| Will he lose her to the heavenly home?
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| Once went out with a London girl
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| Dirty weekend in a hotel
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| Broke it off when she got shirty
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| She was twelve and he was thirty
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| Right after that, he was dead sore
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| He wouldn’t go out with girls no more
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| From that day since, he never has
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| He wants to do something dirty |