You look a proper swell, ass
You look a proper swell
Your diamond rings and pearls and things
Become you very well
But I remember times last
In 1933
You lived at the bottom of our road
And you didn't let your parents know
That you weren't one
Walking out with me
Now you hold yourself so proud, lads
With your nose up in the air
And I hear you plan as your old man
With your nose up in the air
You'll be next Borough Mayor
But I remember times last
Before you rolled with glee
In a man's car with fancy clothes
How you used to don your shoes
To go on
Walking out with me
I'd not be in your shoes, ass
No, I'd not be in your shoes
Though you dine in state of serenade
At corporate
Operation Dudes
But I remember times last
When you thought it quite as pretty
In someone's darkened doorway stand
And from the paper in my hand
She'll eat fish
And cheese
with me
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I wish you all good luck, lads
I wish you all good luck
You've been a wife to John for life
And never come unstuck
You've been a wife to John for life
But best not let the old man know
Oh, yet you're family
For a fat wife without a flow
You learnt a lot, alas, you know
From walking out with me
Oh, yet you're family