REQ: My Old Man's A Dustman
The Lyric Underground
by Lonnie Donegan (sp?)
Any help would be appreciated, as usual. :-)
Thanks
Take care
Jen
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Joe Offer
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>by Lonnie Donegan (sp?)
How's this, Jen?
-Joe Offer-
My Old Man's A Dustman
Lonnie Donegan
By Donegan/Buchannan/Thorn
(Piano intro)
(Spoken) Thank you Ada, thank you...
Now, ‘ere's a little story. To tell it is a must
About an unsung hero that moves away your dust.
(Spoken) "Fair make that piano talk, you do."
Some people earn a fortune, others earn a mint.
(Tries to think of a rhyme for mint...I cant tell exactly what he says)
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 gor-blimey(?) trousers and lives in a gambrel flat.
He ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? boots
He ? ? ? to pull them up and he calls ‘em daisy(?) roots
One day whilst in a hurry, he missed a lady's bin
He ‘adn't gone but a few yards when she chased after him
"What game do you think you're playing?" she cried right from the heart.
"You missed me! Am I too late?" "No, jump up on the cart!"
Oh, my old man's a dustman, he wears a dustman's hat
He wears gor-blimey (?) trousers and he lives in a gambrel flat.
(Interruption.. something like) I say, I say, I say. 'ello,
‘ello, ‘ello. I say, I say, I say.)
How do you get milk from a coconut?
Use a very low stool.
Very funny! I say, I say...
How do you make a fruit cordial?
I don't know. How do you make a fruit cordial?
Be nice to me.
A nice old lady swore at Dad when he was on his rounds
She said' "You're drunk you awful man, you ought to be sent down(?)"
Dad said, "Well, you're so ugly, you ought to stand(?) a warning."
"One good thing about being drunk, I'll be sober in the morning!"
My old man's a dustman, he wears a dustman's hat
He wears gor-blimey (?) trousers and he lives in a gambrel flat.
I say, I say, I say, ‘ello, ello, ello, I say, I say, I say,
‘ello, ‘ello, ‘ello
I saw a Scotsman scr-r-r-aping off his wallpaper.
Oh, decorating?
Noooo, he was moving!
I say, I say, I say. And yet again, I say-
What's green, has eight legs and would kill you if it fell on you from out
of a tree?
I don't know, what's green, has eight legs and would kill you if
it fell on you from out of a tree?
A billiard table. He knows something...
A circus lady with a bear was moving from her digs
She put her rubbish in the bin, including several wigs.
She then chucked out the little bear, said "There, that ought to ?"
He said, " ‘ere you win, I'll get it if you leave your bear behind."
My old man's a dustman, he wears a dustman's hat
He wears gor-blimey (?) trousers and he lives in a gambrel flat.
And if you see a dustman and ‘e's lookin' all pale and sad
?pickin' up his dustbin, ‘cause it might be my old dad
Transcribed from K-Tel Album, "Looney Tunes", 1976
VSS DOUG
Joe wrote
>He wears gor-blimey(?) trousers and lives in a gambrel flat.
I think you'll find thats cor blimey trousers and lives in a council flat.
GrapeApe
Gor- blimey is at the very least an acceptable alternative spelling; there is a
UK publisher called Gorblimey Press. Councils and gambrels I can't argue,
never hearing a skiffle in my life.
Hot-damn!
Pam Wallace
The Lyric Underground (lyr...@enternet.co.nz) wrote:
: by Lonnie Donegan (sp?)
: Thanks
: Take care
: Jen
: ___________________________________________
Hi Jen,
'Fraid I only remember the first verse, so here's a start for
you:
My old man's a dustman
He wears a dustman's hat
He wears gorblimey trousers
And lives in a Council flat
He looks a proper nana
In his great big hobnail boots
He has such a job to pull them up
That he calls them daisy roots
If I remember more I'll get back to you. I know there's a
verse which says something like 'Where's the tiger's head, Four
foot from his tail' and another which has 'how do you know
they're toadstools, 'cos there's not mushroom inside'
Good luck with your search.
-- pam
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Pablo
My old man's a dustman, He wears a dustmans hat.
He wears gor blimy 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, he calls them Daisy roots!
Some folks get tips at Christmas, and some of them forget.
So when he picks their bin 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.
Tho' my old man's a dustman, he's got a heart of gold.
He got married recently tho' he's eighty six years old.
We said "'ere hang on Dad, you're getting past your prime".
He said "Well when you get my age, it helps to pass the time".
Oh! My old man's a dustman, He wears a dustmans hat.
He wears gor blimy trousers and he lives in a council flat.
Next time you see a dustman looking pale and sad,
Don't kick him in the dustbin, it might be my old Dad.
Cica 1960 version (Donegan, Buchanan, Thorn)
Regards
Pablo
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