My Old Man

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...MY OLD MAN... by Ian Dury & The Blockheads

*from 'New Boots and Panties!!' (1977)*

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Intro:

Verse 1:

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 Euston,

Double decker move a -long.

Double decker move a -long.

My old man.

Verse 2:

Later on he drove a Roller, chauffeuring for foreign men.

Dropped his aitches on occasion, said Cor Blimey, now and then.

Did the crossword in the Standard,

At the airport in the rain.

At the airport in the rain.

My old man.

Verse 3:

Wouldn't never let his guvnors, call him Billy; he was proud.

Personal reasons make a difference; his last boss was allowed.

Perhaps he had to keep his distance,

Made a racket when he rowed,

Made a racket when he rowed.

My old man, my old man.

Verse 4:

My old man was fairly handsome, he smoked too many cigs.

Lived in one room in Victoria, he was tidy in his digs.

Had to have an operation,

When his ulcer got to big.

When his ulcer got to big.

My old man.

Solo:

My old man.

Verse 5:

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 thought about each other,

All the best mate, from your son.

All the best mate, from your son.

My old man, my old man.

Sax Solo:

(Repeat to Fade)

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Tabbed by Joel from cLuMsY, Bristol, England, 2006 (clumsyband@hotmail.com)