My Old Man's A Dustman (我爸爸是清洁工) - Lonnie Donegan

Written by：Lonnie Donegan

Now here's a little story

To tell it is a must

About an unsung hero

That moves away your dust

Some people make a fortune

Others earn a mint

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 cor-blimey 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

That he calls 'em daisy roots

Some folks give tips at Christmas

And some of them forget

So when he picks their bins 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

Oh my old man's a dustman

He wears a dustman's hat

He wears cor-blimey trousers

And he lives in a council flat

I say I say Les

Yes

I er I found a police dog in my dustbin

Well how do you do know he's a police dog

He had a policeman with him

Though my old man's a dustman

He's got an 'eart of gold

He got married recently

Though he's eighty-six years old

We said 'ere hang on dad

You're getting past your prime

He said well when you get to my age

It helps to pass the time

My old man's a dustman

He wears a dustman's hat

He wears cor-blimey trousers

And he lives in a council flat

I say I say I say

Huh

My dustbin's full of lilies

Well throw 'em away then

I can't lily's wearing them

Now one day whilst in a hurry

He missed a lady's bin

He hadn't gone but a few yards

When she chased after him

What game do you think you're playing

She cried right from the 'eart

You've missed me am I too late

No jump up on the cart

My old man's a dustman

He wears a dustman's hat

He wears cor-blimey trousers

And he lives in a council flat

I say I say I say

Not you again

My dustbin's absolutely full with toadstools

How do you know it's full

'Cause there's not mushroom inside

He found a tiger's head one day

Nailed to a piece of wood

The tiger looked like miserable

But I suppose he should

Just then from out a window

A voice began to wail

It said oi where's me tiger's head

Four foot from his tail

Oh my old man's a dustman

He wears a dustman's hat

He wears cor-blimey trousers

And he lives in a council flat

Next time you see a dustman

Looking all pale and sad

Don't kick him in the dustbin

It might be my old dad