My old mans a dustbin, he wears a dustbin lid. Have I got my lyrics wrong here?
Yeah you do. Here are the lyrics: My Old Man’s A Dustman Lonnie Donegan [Derived from an old army tune] [Lyrics written by Lonnie Donegan] 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
