Ian Dury - Pardon

New digs and prospects of a job New digs and prospects Have I been half interested till now? Breath and armpits stink For Christs sake please stay sweet The ever present threat of hands that want to sweat My head aches and I m bursting for a piss Why should I subject myself to this? Pardon, sort of, oh Pardon, yknow, oh Pardon, urm, oh Pardon, err, oh My dreams will come true if I make the right impression Hope it looks okay I had it done today Was that me who laughed? Oh God I feel so daft Think Ive got a new one on my nose Don't I look a lemon in these clothes? Pardon, sort of, oh Pardon, yknow, oh Pardon, urm, oh Pardon, err, oh Dear Jesus I doubt its up to me Must not look like a prawn Dear dandruff do not form My stomachs heaving, chaps Made me a proper prat My headaches and I need to be excused Tell the truth you don't seem to amused Pardon, sort of, oh Pardon, yknow, oh Pardon, urm, oh Pardon, err, oh Pardon, sort of, oh Pardon, yknow, oh Pardon, urm, oh Pardon, err, oh Pardon, sort of, oh Pardon, yknow, oh Pardon, urm, oh Pardon, err, oh