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Now, 'ere's a little story, to tell it is a must,
About an unsung hero that moves away your dust;
Some people earn a fortune, others make 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 gorblimey trousers and he lives in a council flat;
He looks a proper 'nana in 'is great big hobnailed boots,
He's got such a job to pull them up that 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 gorblimey trousers and he lives in a council flat;
He looks a proper 'nana in 'is great big hobnailed boots,
He's got such a job to pull them up that he calls 'em daisy roots.
He found a tiger's head one day, nailed to a piece of wood,
The tiger looked quite miserable as I suppose he should;
Just then from out a window a voice began to wail,
"Oi, where's me tiger's 'ead?" - "Four foot from his tail!"
Oh, my old man's a dustman, he wears a dustman's hat,
He wears gorblimey trousers and he lives in a council flat;
He looks a proper 'nana in 'is great big hobnailed boots,
He's got such a job to pull them up that he calls 'em daisy roots.
Now my old man's a dustman, he's got an 'eart of gold,
He got married recently though he's eighty six years old;
I said, "Hey hang on, Dad, you're getting past your prime,"
He said, "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 gorblimey trousers and he lives in a council flat;
Next time you see a dustman lookin' all pale and sad,
Don't kick him in the dustbin, it might be my old daaaaaaaaad!