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
You really have your old man's 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 all through your hair Though in the world you haven't a care And your mummy's got so many
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
Although you have no silver spoon Better days are coming soon Sister's working at the mill And she gets her pay on friday Perhaps one day we'll make a splash If the irish sweeps provides the cash We'll have a house that's oh-so posh 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
You really have your old man's face You're growing up a real hard case But no one else can take your place Go to sleep for mummy
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