| Lyrics: | Father's very noisy with his vines
Says there all the same, it makes you sick
Need a
bleeding boot up their behinds
That would bloody shift them double quick
Father drops
his toffee after tea
all them monkeys sprouting their advice
Bleeding bloody berks, believe
you me
Twenty times as much for half the price
Into the kitchen, mother
(mother)
The kettle's got a hard-on
You can't call this dripping
It hasn't got no lard
on (father)
(father)
(father)
(father)
(father)
Father's in the khazi
half-an-hour |
