Текст песни Lonnie Donegan - Putting on the Style
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Sweet sixteen goes to church Just to see the boys Laughs and screams and giggles At every little noise Turns her face a little And turns her head awhile But everybody knows she's Only putting on the style She's putting on the agony Putting on the style That's what all the young folks Are doing all the while And as I look around me I sometimes have to smile Seeing all the young folks Putting on the style Well the young man in the hot rod car Driving like he's mad With a pair of yellow gloves He's borrowed from his dad He makes it roar so lively Just to make his girlfriend smile But she knows he's only Putting on the style He's putting on the agony Putting on the style That's what all the young folks Are doing all the while And as I look around me I sometimes have to smile Seeing all the young folks Putting on the style Preacher in the pulpit Roars with all his might Sing Glory Halleluja Puts the folks all in a fright Now you might think it's satan That's a-coming down the aisle But it's only our poor preacher boys That's putting on his style Putting on the agony Putting on the style That's what all the young folks Are doing all the while And as I look around me I sometimes have to smile Seeing all the young folks Putting on the style Putting on the agony Putting on the style That's what all the young folks Are doing all the while And as I look around me I sometimes have to smile Seeing all the young folks Putting on the style Putting on the agony Putting on the style That's what all the young folks Are doing all the while And as I look around me I sometimes have to smile Seeing all the young folks Putting on the style MY OLD MAN'S A DUSTMAN - 31/03/1960 4 weeks at #1 - 13 weeks on chart Now here's a little story To tell it is a must About an unsung hero That moves away the dust Some people make a fortune Others earn a mint My old man don't earn much In fact he's bloomin' 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 'nana In his great big hob nailed boots He's got such a job to pull 'em up That he calls 'em 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 step 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 Les (Yeah) I found a police dog in my dustbin (How do you know it was a police dog) He had a policeman with him Though my old mans a dustman He's got an 'art of gold He got married recently Though he's 86 years old We said 'ere hang on dad You're getting past your prime He said well when you get my age It 'elps 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 dustbin's full of lilies (Well throw'em away then) I can't lily's wearing 'em Now one day whilst in a hurry He missed a ladies bin He hadn't gone but a few yards When she chased after him What game d'you think you're playing She cried right from the 'art You've missed me am I too late Nah 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 (Not you again) My dustbin's absolutely full with toadstools (How d'you know it's full) Cuz there's not mushroom inside He found a tiger's head one day Nailed to a piece of wood The tiger looked quite miserable But I suppose he should Just then from out the window A voice began to wail He said Oy where's me tigers head Four feet from his 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 me my old dad Смотрите также:
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Раздался голос.
Он сказал: «Ой, где моя тигриная голова?»
В четырёх футах от его хвоста.
О, мой старик — мусорщик.
Он носит шляпу мусорщика.
Он носит эти ужасные штаны.
И живёт в муниципальной квартире.
В следующий раз, когда увидишь мусорщика,
Выглядящего бледным и грустным,
Не пинай его в мусорном баке.
Это может быть мой старый отец.
