Ian Dury - Father

Father's very noisy with his vines Says there all the same, it makes you sick Need a bleeding boot up their behinds That would bloody shift them double quick Father drops his toffee after tea all them monkeys sprouting their advice Bleeding bloody berks, believe you me Twenty times as much for half the price Into the kitchen, mother (mother) The kettle's got a hard-on You can't call this dripping It hasn't got no lard on (father) (father) (father) (father) (father) Father's in the khazi half-an-hour "What's it all about?", is what I think Shove them all inside the bloody Tower Blinking, bloody, bleeding soppy pink (?) Into the kitchen, mother (mother) The kettle's got a hard-on You can't call this dripping It hasn't got no lard on (father) (father) (father) (father) (father) Hahahahaha Hahahahaha Hahahahaha... Father's drops his toffee after tea "What's it all about?", is what I think Bleeding load of berks, believe you me Shove them all inside the bleeding clink Get them off you, mother And see what's on the telly The buttons on your nightie Are getting on my nelly