Oh god! You're going back nearly forty years....
I recall the chorus:
My old man's a dustman
He wears a dustman's hat
He wears gor'blimey trousers (never understood this)
And he lives in a council flat.
and some terrible spoken 'puns':
Here, my dustbin's full of lilies.
Well throw them away then.
I can't, Lily's still wearing them.
I also have a bizarre childhood memory of singing this together with a
busload of tourists in Belgium in the spring of 1960.
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My dustbin's full of toadstools.
How do you know it's full?
There's not mush room in it!
>I also have a bizarre childhood memory of singing this together with a
>busload of tourists in Belgium in the spring of 1960.
>
That _is_ bizarre.
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Jess
>I'm looking for the lyrics for "My Old Man's a Dustman" and "Does Your
>Chewing Gum Lose It's Flavour on the Bedpost Overnight". Were these both
>sung by Lonnie Donnigan? Thanks for your help!
>Dave
Yes they were both sung by Lonnie Donegan.
Does your chewing-gum lose its flavour
On the bedpost overnight?
If your mother says "Don't chew it",
Do you swallow it in fright?
If it catches on your tonsils
Do you heave it left & right?
Does your chewing-gum lose its flavour
On the bedpost overnight?
I don't remember any more, and I suspect that that was all it was.
There was a lot of skiffle on this record.
My favourites were "Putting on the Style" and "Cumberland Gap"
It was very difficult to understand any of the 50s records, played on
a Dansette, due to the terrible reproduction of either the records, or
the record-player, (I'm not sure which)
Several of us would sit round with paper & pencil, each charged with
writing down every fourth line, or whatever and play it over and over
again until we had got all the words. Even so, I am sometimes
incredibly surprised to hear different, and presumably correct, words
on a reprise CD.
Regards,
Geraldine
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Don't mind a little thing like the actors fighting.
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>davlyn (good...@execulink.com) wrote:
>: I'm looking for the lyrics for "My Old Man's a Dustman" and "Does Your
>: Chewing Gum Lose It's Flavour on the Bedpost Overnight". Were these both
>: sung by Lonnie Donnigan? Thanks for your help!
>
>Oh god! You're going back nearly forty years....
>
>I recall the chorus:
It is also the first verse.
> My old man's a dustman
> He wears a dustman's hat
> He wears gor'blimey trousers
> And he lives in a council flat.
(repeat for Chorus)
He looks a proper 'nana
In his great big hobnail boots,
He's got such a job to pull 'em up
That he calls 'em daisy roots
Chorus
He found a tiger's head on day,
Nailed to a piece of wood.
The tiger looked quite miserable,
As I suppose it would.
Just then from out a window,
A voice was heard to wail,
It said, "'Ere, where's me tiger's head?"
" Four foot from his tail."
(last line shouted in unison by the whole group)
There was another verse, which I cannot fully remember but the last
two lines were:-
"You've missed me, am I too late?"
Nah! Jump up on the cart
I'm pretty sure there was at least one more verse and I'm not sure
whether these are in the right order; the whole thing was
interspersed with corny gags like
I say, I say, I say, I say,
My dustbin's full of lilies.
Just throw them away then.
I can't - Lily's still wearing them.
and
I say, I say I say, I say
My dustbin's full of toadstools.
How do you know it's full?
Cos there's not much room inside.
where Lonnie Donegan did the gags and the third (stooge) line was
shouted out by the rest of the group
I'm sure that it must be on a CD somewhere. Everything that was ever
recorded seems to have been rerecorded on a reprise album at some time
or other.
>I'm pretty sure there was at least one more verse
A circus lady with her bear
was moving from her digs
She put her rubbish in the bin
including several wigs
She then chucked out her little bear
He thought that wasn't kind
He said "'Ere, you won't 'alf get it
if you leave your bear be'ind"
Bill in Vancouver
(delete EAT-SPAM-AND-DIE
from e-mail address to respond)
from Lonnie Donegan’s origanal recording on 78!
Courtesy of Johnny Bond a fine old variety artiste here in New Zealand
Now here’s a little story, to tell it is a must,
About an unsung hero, that moves away yer dust..
Some people make a fortune, others earn a mint
My old man don’t earn much, in fact e’s flippin’skint!
(main chorus)
Oh...My old man’s a dustman, he wears a dustmans’hat
He wears gor’ blimey trousers, an’ ‘e lives in a Council flat
‘E looks a proper ‘nana in ‘is great big ‘obnail boots
E’s got such a job to pull ‘em up, that ‘e calls ‘em Daisy Roots.
Some folks give tips at Christmas, an’ some of ‘em forget
So when ‘e picks their bins up, ‘e spills some on the step.
Now one old man got nasty, and to the Council wrote,
Next time my old man went round ther ‘e punched ‘im up the throat!
Oh...My old man’s a dustman, he wears a dustmans’hat
He wears gor’ blimey trousers, an’ ‘e lives in a Council flat
I say I say Les
(band leader replies: Yeah?)
I found a police dog in my dustbin!
(Ow d’ye know it was a police dog?)
‘E ‘ad a policeman wiv ‘im!
Though my old man’s a dustman, E’s got an ‘eart of gold
‘E got married recently though ‘E’s eighty six years old
We said “‘Ere! ‘ang on Dad, you’re getting’ past yer prime,”
‘E said “Well, when you get to my age, it ‘elps to pass the time!”
Oh...My old man’s a dustman, he wears a dustmans’hat
He wears gor’ blimey trousers, an’ ‘e lives in a Council flat
I say, I say, I say
(Yeah?)
My dusbin’s full of Lillies!
(Well throw ‘em away then!)
I can’t, Lily’s wearing ‘em!
Now one day whilst in a hurry, he missed a lady’s bin
‘E ‘adn’t gone but a few yards when she chased after ‘im,
“What game d’you fink you’re playing?” she cried right from the ‘eart,
“You’ve missed me, am I too late?” Nah! Jump up on the cart!
Oh...My old man’s a dustman, he wears a dustmans’hat
He wears gor’ blimey trousers, an’ ‘e lives in a Council flat
I say, I say, Isay,
(Oh, it’s you again)
My dustbin’s absolutely full with toadstools
(‘Ow d’yer know it’s full?)
‘Cos there’s not mushroom inside!
‘E found a tiger’s ‘ead one day nailed to a piece of wood
The tiger looked quite miserable, but I suppose ‘e should;
Just then from out a window, a voice began to wail...
It said “Oi! where’s me tiger’s ‘ead?”
(Group shouts) Four foot from it’s tail!
Oh...My old man’s a dustman, he wears a dustmans’hat
He wears gor’ blimey trousers, an’ ‘e lives in a Council flat
Next time you see a dustman, looking all pale and sad
Don’t kick ‘im in the dustbin ..it..might..be..my..old..Dad!!
(The last six words are sung at half speed, ie dragged out)
>gera...@clara.stockingnet (Geraldine ) wrote:
>A circus lady with her bear
>was moving from her digs
>Bill in Vancouver
>(delete EAT-SPAM-AND-DIE
>from e-mail address to respond)
How fascinating. Where did you find the circus lady verse.? It wasn't
on the record.
>
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Sheila Summers
Auckland New Zealand
s...@ihug.co.nz
Well done Sheila, brings back memories - that was considered
trendy music once :)
Steve