Текст песни My Old Man - Ian Dury
My
old
man
wore
three
piece
whistles
He
was
never
home
for
long
Drove
a
bus
for
London
Transport
He
knew
where
he
belonged
Number
18
down
to
Euston
Double
decker
move
along
Double
decker
move
along
My
old
man
Later
on
he
drove
a
Roller
Chauffeuring
for
foreign
men
Dropped
his
aitches
on
occasion
Said,
"Cor
blimey"
now
and
then
Did
the
crossword
in
the
Standard
At
the
airport
in
the
rain
At
the
airport
in
the
rain
My
old
man
Wouldn't
ever
let
his
governers
Call
him
'Billy',
he
was
proud
Personal
reasons
make
a
difference
His
last
boss
was
allowed
Perhaps
he
had
to
keep
his
distance
Made
a
racket
when
he
rowed
Made
a
racket
when
he
rowed
My
old
man
My
old
man
My
old
man
was
fairly
handsome
He
smoked
too
many
cigs
Lived
in
one
room
in
Victoria
He
was
tidy
in
his
digs
Had
to
have
an
operation
When
his
ulcer
got
too
big
When
his
ulcer
got
too
big
My
old
man
My
old
man
Seven
years
went
out
the
window
We
met
as
one
to
one
Died
before
we'd
done
much
talking
Relations
had
begun
All
the
while
we
thought
about
each
other
All
the
best
mate,
from
your
son
All
the
best
mate,
from
your
son
My
old
man
My
old
man
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