Now here's a little story,
Some people make a fortune,
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 gold -blimey trousers
and he lives in a council flat.
in his great big cocknail boots.
He's got such a job to pull them up
that he calls them daisy roots.
Some folks give tips at Christmas,
So when he picks their bins up,
he spills some on the step
Now one old man got nasty,
Next time my old man went round there,
he punched him up the throat
Oh, my old man's a dustman,
He wears Scott Blimey trousers,
and he lives in a council flat
I found a police dog in my dustbin.
Well, how do you know he's a police
He had a policeman with him.
Though my old man's a dustman,
he's got an heart of gold.
though he's 86 years old.
We said, here, hang on, Dad,
you're getting past your prime.
He said, well, when you get my age,
it helps to pass the time.
he wears a dustman's hat.
He wears gold -blinded trousers
and he lives in a castle flat
My dustbin's full of lilies
Well, throw them away then I can't,
Now one day whilst in a hurry
He hadn't gone for a few yards
When she chased after him
What game do you think you're playing?
She cried right from the yard
You've missed me, am I too late?
He dustbin, he wears a dustbin set
He wears got blimey trousers
and he lives in the council flat
How do you know it's full?
Because there's not mushroom inside
He found a tiger's set one day,
nailed to a piece of wood
The tiger looked quite miserable,
Just then, from out a window,
Oh, my old man's a dustman,
He wears gold blimey trousers,
and he lives in a council flat
Next time you see a dustman,
Don't kick him in the dustbin,