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Oh you are a mucky kid
Dirty as a dustbin lid
When he hears the things that you did
You'll get a belt from your dad
Oh you have your Fathers nose
So crimson, in the dark it glows
If you're not asleep when the boozers close
You'll get a belt from your dad
You look so scruffy lying there
Strawberry jam tats in your hair
In all the world you haven't a care
And I have got so many
It quite a struggle every day
Living on your Fathers pay
The beggar drinks it all away
And leaves me without any
Although you have no silver spoon
Better days are coming soon
Are Nellys working at the loom
And she gets her pay on Friday
Perhaps one day we'll make a splash
When Littlewoods provides the cash
We'll get a house in knotty ash
And buy your dad a brewery
Oh you are a mucky kid
Dirty as a dustbin lid
When he hears the things that you did
You'll get a belt from your dad
OH you have your old fathers face
You're growing up a real hard case
But no one else can take your place
Go fast asleep for your Mummy