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 other's 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 narner in his great big hob nailed boots
He's got such a job to pull em up that he calls them 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 steps
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 Duncan! I 'er...I found a police dog in my dustbin
(How do you know he's a police dog?) He had a policeman with him
Though my old man's a dustman he's got a heart of gold
He got married recently though he's 86 years old
We said 'Ear! Hang on Dad you're getting past your prime'
He said 'Well when you get to my age it helps to pass the time'
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 I say! My dustbins full of lillies
(Well throw 'em away then) I can't Lilly's wearing them
Now one day while 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 heart
'You've 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 cor blimey trousers and he lives in a council flat
I say I say I say (What you again!) My dustbin's absolutely full with toadstools
(How do you know it's full) 'Cos there's not much room inside
He found a tiger's head one day, nailed to a piece of wood
The tiger looked quite miserable but I suppose it should
Just then from out a window, a voice began to wail
He said (Oi! Where's me tiger head) Four foot from it's 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
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You give your hand to me
And then you say hello
I can hardly speak
My heart is beating so
And anyone can tell
You think you know me well
But you don't know me
Oh you don't know the one
That thinks of you at night
Who longs to kiss your lips
And yearns to squeeze you tight
No I'm just a friend
That's all I've ever been
You just don't know me
I never knew the art of making love
Though my heart aches with love for you
Afraid and shy, I let my chance go by
The chance that you might love me too
You give your hand to me
And then you say goodbye
I watch you walk away
Beside the lucky guy
You'll never, never know
The one who loves you so
You just don't know me
I never knew the art of making love
Though my heart aches with love for you
Afraid and shy, I let my chance go by
The chance that you might love me too
You give your hand to me
And then you say goodbye
I watch you walk away
Beside the lucky guy
Who'll never, never know
The one who loves you so
You just don't know me
You'll never, ever know
mmmm, cause you just don't know me
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