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Ian Dury( Ian Robins Dury )
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My Old Man
Lyricist:Dury Ian Robins, Nugent Stephen Lewis
My old man wore three piece whistles He was never home for long Drove a bus for London Transport He knew where he belonged
Number 18 down to Huston Double decker, move along Double decker, move along My old man
Later on he drove a Roller Chauffeuring for foreign men Dropped his aitches on occasion Said 'Cor Blime', now and then
Did the crossword in the Standard At the airport in the rain At the airport in the rain My old man
Wouldn't never let his guv'nors Call him â€~Billy', he was proud Personal reasons make a difference His last boss was allowed
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Perhaps he had to keep his distance Made a racket when he rowed Made a racker when he rowed My old man, my old man
My old man was fairly handsome He smokes too many cigs Lived in one room in Victoria He was tidy in his digs
Had to have an operation When his ulcer got too big When his ulcer got too big My old man
Seven years went out the window We met as one to one Died before we'd done much talking But relations had begun
All the while we though about each other All the best, mate, from your son All the best, mate, from your son My old man, my old man
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