Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song My Old Man’s a Dustman, artist - The Irish Rovers. Album song The Irish Rovers 50 Years - Vol. 1, in the genre Кельтская музыка
Date of issue: 28.02.2014
Record label: Rover
Song language: English
My Old Man’s a Dustman |
Now here’s a little story |
To tell it is a must |
About an unsung hero |
That moves away your dust |
Some people make a fortune |
Other’s earn a mint |
My old man don’t earn much |
In fact… he’s flippin'…skint |
Oh, my old man’s a dustman |
He wears a dustman’s hat |
He wears cor blimey trousers |
And he lives in a council flat |
He looks a proper narner |
In his great big hob nailed boots |
He’s got such a job to pull em up |
That he calls them daisy roots |
Some folks give tips at Christmas |
And some of them forget |
So when he picks their bins up |
He spills some on the steps |
Now one old man got nasty |
And to the council wrote |
Next time my old man went 'round there |
He punched him up the throat |
Oh, my old man’s a dustman |
He wears a dustman’s hat |
He wears cor blimey trousers |
And he lives in a council flat |
I say, I say Duncan |
I 'er… I found a police dog in my dustbin |
(How do you know he’s a police dog) |
He had a policeman with him |
Though my old man’s a dustman |
He’s got a heart of gold |
He got married recently |
Though he’s 86 years old |
We said 'Ear! |
Hang on Dad |
you’re getting past your prime' |
He said 'Well when you get to my age' |
'It helps to pass the time' |
Oh, my old man’s a dustman |
He wears a dustman’s hat |
He wears cor blimey trousers |
And he lives in a council flat |
I say, I say, I say |
My dustbins full of lillies |
(Well throw 'em away then) |
I can’t Lilly’s wearing them |
Now one day while in a hurry |
He missed a lady’s bin |
He hadn’t gone but a few yards |
When she chased after him |
'What game do you think you’re playing' |
She cried right from the heart |
'You've missed me… am I too late' |
'No… jump up on the cart' |
Oh, my old man’s a dustman |
He wears a dustman’s hat |
He wears cor blimey trousers |
And he lives in a council flat |
I say, I say, I say (What you again) |
My dustbin’s absolutely full with toadstools |
(How do you know it’s full) |
'Cos there’s not much room inside |
He found a tiger’s head one day |
Nailed to a piece of wood |
The tiger looked quite miserable |
But I suppose it should |
Just then from out a window |
A voice began to wail |
He said (Oi! Where’s me tiger head) |
Four foot from it’s tail |
Oh, my old man’s a dustman |
He wears a dustman’s hat |
He wears cor blimey trousers |
And he lives in a council flat |
Next time you see a dustman |
Looking all pale and sad |
Don’t kick him in the dustbin |
It might be my old dad |