...MY OLD MAN... by Ian Dury & The Blockheads
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*from 'New Boots and Panties!' (1977)*
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Intro:
Verse 1:
My old man wore three peice whistles;
He was never home for long.
Drove a bus for London Transport;
He knew where he belonged.
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Number 18 down to Euston,
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Double decker move a -long,
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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.
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Did the crossword in the Standard,
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At the airport in the rain,
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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.
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Perhaps he had to keep his distance,
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Made a racket when he rowed,
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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.
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Had to have an operation,
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When his ulcer got to big,
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When his ulcer got to big.
My old man.
Solo:
(with Verse Chords)
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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.
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All the while we thought about each other,
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All the best mate from your son,
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All the best mate from your son.
My old man,
My old man.
Sax Solo:
(with Verse Chords)
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(Repeat to Fade)
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Tabbed by Joel from cLuMsY, Bristol, England, 2006
(clumsyband@hotmail.com)