And WTF are they.? :unsure:
Printable View
And WTF are they.? :unsure:
My old man owns a pair - he's a dustman AND he lives in a council flat.
It's when a fat minger wears hipsters.
beat me to it :fist:Quote:
Originally Posted by soopaman
*beats Dan*
Quote:
Originally Posted by Dark Steno
:unsure:
i've just noticed. i'm wearing white trousers and a pink t-shirt :danb:
Quote:
Originally Posted by DanB
It was too good an opportunity to miss !!
From
MY OLD MAN'S A DUSTMAN
(Buchanan / Donegan / Thorne)
Lonnie Donegan - 1960
Now here's a little story
To tell it is a must
About an unsung hero
That moves away your dust.
Some people make a fortune,
Others earn a mint;
My old man don't earn much:
In fact he's flippin' skint.
Oh, my old man's a dustman,
He wears a dustman's hat,
He wears cor-blimey trousers
And he lives in a council flat.
He looks a proper nana
In his great big hobnail boots,
He's got such a job to pull them up
That he calls 'em daisy roots.
Some folks give tips at Christmas,
And some of them forget,
So when he picks their bins up
He spills some on the step.
Now one old man got nasty
And to the council wrote,
Next time my old man went round there
He punched him up the throat.
Oh my old man's a dustman,
He wears a dustman's hat,
He wears cor-blimey trousers
And he lives in a council flat.
Lonnie: I say, I say, Les.
Les: Yes?
Lonnie: I, er, I found a police dog in my dustbin.
Les: Well how do you do know he's a police dog?
Lonnie: He had a policeman with him.
Though my old man's a dustman,
He's got an 'eart of gold,
He got married recently
Though he's eighty-six years old.
We said "'Ere, hang on, Dad,
You're getting past your prime";
He said "Well, when you get to my age
It helps to pass the time."
Oi! My old man's a dustman,
He wears a dustman's hat,
He wears cor-blimey trousers
And he lives in a council flat.
Lonnie: I say, I say, I say!
Les: Huh?
Lonnie: My dustbin's full of lilies.
Les: Well throw 'em away then!
Lonnie: I can't: Lily's wearing them.
Now one day whilst in a hurry,
He missed a lady's bin:
He hadn't gone but a few yards
When she chased after him.
"What game do you think you're playing?"
She cried right from the 'eart,
"You've missed me, am I too late?"
"No, jump up on the cart!"
Oi! My old man's a dustman,
He wears a dustman's hat,
He wears cor-blimey trousers
And he lives in a council flat.
Lonnie: I say, I say, I say!
Les: Not you again!
Lonnie: My dustbin's absolutely full with toadstools.
Les: How do you know it's full?
Lonnie: 'Cos there's not mushroom inside.
He found a tiger's head one day
Nailed to a piece of wood
The tiger looked like miserable,
But I suppose he should.
Just then from out a window
A voice began to wail,
It said "Oi! Where's me tiger's head?"
"Four foot from his tail."
Oh my old man's a dustman,
He wears a dustman's hat,
He wears cor-blimey trousers
And he lives in a council flat.
Next time you see a dustman
Looking all pale and sad,
Don't kick him in the dustbin:
It might be my old dad.
Now don't you just love skiffle :shifty:
:lol: Classic, now all we need is right said fred and chazz n dave and we're away :01:
Jonno :cool:
Quote:
Originally Posted by Jon L. Obscene
:rolleyes: Your dorkiness is showing Jonno
Cor blimey trousers
:01: :01: :w00t:
what does "nana" mean? :ermm:Quote:
Originally Posted by Sudden
Are You Ready You Asked for it :lol:Quote:
Originally Posted by Jon L. Obscene
Right said Fred
Im too sexy for my love, too sexy for my love
Loves going to leave me
Im too sexy for my shirt too sexy for my shirt
So sexy it hurts
And Im too sexy for Milan too sexy for Milan
New York and Japan
And Im too sexy for your party
Too sexy for your party
No way Im disco dancing
Im a model you know what I mean
And I do my little turn on the catwalk
Yeah on the catwalk on the catwalk yeah
I do my little turn on the catwalk
Im too sexy for my car too sexy for my car
Too sexy by far
And Im too sexy for my hat
Too sexy for my hat what do you think about that
Im a model you know what I mean
And I do my little turn on the catwalk
Yeah on the catwalk on the catwalk yeah
I shake my little touche on the catwalk
Im too sexy for my too sexy for my too sexy for my
Cos Im a model you know what I mean
And I do my little turn on the catwalk
Yeah on the catwalk yeah on the catwalk yeah
I shake my little touche on the catwalk
Im too sexy for my cat too sexy for my cat
Poor pussy poor pussy cat
Im too sexy for my love too sexy for my love
Loves going to leave me
Chaz N' Dave
Rabbit, rabbit .....(repeat)
You got a beatiful chin,
You got beautiful skin,
You got a beautiful face,
You got taste
You got beautiful eyes,
You got beautiful thighs,
You got a lot, without a doubt,
But I'm thinkin' bout blowin you out,
Cos, you won't stop talking,
Why don't you give it a rest?
You got more rabbit than sainsburys
Its time you got it off your chest
Now you was just the kind of girl to break my heart in 2 CHORUS
I knew right off when I first met my eyes on you
But how was I to know you'd bend my ear holes too,
with your excessive talking,
you're becoming a PEST,
rabbit, rabbit, rabbit.....(repeat)
Now your a wonderful girl,
you got a wonderful smell,
you got wonderful arms,
you got charms
You got wonderful hair,
We make a wonderful pair,
No I don't mind havin' a chat....
But, you have to keep givin' it that,
(chorus) rabbit, rabbit, rabbit (repeat)
:P
Cooooooooooooor blimey! :ohmy:Quote:
Originally Posted by gripper103.2
@Janey.... yeah thanks for that :lol: nothing wrong with Chazz n Dave :01:
Jonno :cool:
Edit @ Sudden.... no, not that right said fred, the original song lol
"Right," said Fred, "Both of us together
One on each end and steady as we go."
Tried to shift it, couldn't even lift it
We was getting nowhere
And so we had a cuppa tea and
"Right," said Fred, "Give a shout for Charlie."
Up comes Charlie from the floor below.
After strainin', heavin' and complainin'
We was getting nowhere
And so we had a cuppa tea.
And Charlie had a think, and he thought we ought to take off all the handles
And the things wot held the candles.
But it did no good, well I never thought it would
"All right," said Fred, "Have to take the feet off
To get them feet off wouldn't take a mo."
Took its feet off, even took the seat off
Should have got us somewhere but no!
So Fred said, "Let's have a cuppa tea."
And we said, "right-o."
"Right," said Fred, "Have to take the door off
Need more space to shift the so-and-so."
Had bad twinges taking off the hinges
And it got us nowhere
And so we had a cuppa tea and
"Right," said Fred, " Have to take the wall down,
That there wall is gonna have to go."
Took the wall down, even with it all down
We was getting nowhere
And so we had a cuppa tea.
And Charlie had a think, and he said, "Look, Fred,
I get a sort of feelin'
If we remove the ceilin'
With a rope or two we could drop the blighter through."
"All right," said Fred, climbing up a ladder
With his crowbar gave a mighty blow.
Was he in trouble, half a ton of rubble landed on the top of his dome.
So Charlie and me had another cuppa tea
And then we went home.
(I said to Charlie, "We'll just have to leave it
Standing on the landing, that's all
Trouble with Fred is, he's too hasty
Never get nowhere if you're too hasty.")
Tis english slang for a wally,silly right sight or something along them lines :w00t:Quote:
Originally Posted by sparsely
:lol: Gawd they're awful.
:) A nana here is a grandmother.
Quote:
Originally Posted by sparsely
Fool_Fool :D
(Sounding like BA Barracus From A Team Oh and thats a American tv show. Fool :P )
Quote:
Originally Posted by Jon L. Obscene
Oh You meant Bernard Cribbens,Right said Fred. Riiight ;)
:ohmy: Which your admitting to liking.... with your ability to quote Mr T
Oh shit, I've just done the same thing haven't I?
Both :ph34r:Quote:
Originally Posted by *goddess*
Yes :P
:01: Go us :lol: