Now I wouldn't saw that I was a bad boy
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I'd say that I was a peace loving bloke
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but whenever a girl takes me round to her house
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her parents seem to think I'm a joke
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I went to a dance and I met a pretty girl
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it must have been a week or two ago
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I walked her home and she asked me in
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but her old man said oh no no, he said
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Out, out get out of my house, you'd better take your sheepskin too
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no daughter of mine's going out with a hippie
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or a scruffy little herbert like you.
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Now my old lady doesn't seem to mind my appearance
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the old man thinks I'm a bore (?)
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And I dread the day when he turns to me and says
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Oi! son I cant take anymore, come on out
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Out, out get out of my house, you'd better take your sheepskin too
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no son of mine's going round as a hippie
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or a scruffy little herbert like you.
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Now personally I don't think appearance really matters
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what matters is your man from within
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and I believe that if I stay a good boy
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the geezer upstairs will take me in he'll say
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Come come come into my house
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you'd better bring your sheepskin too
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No son of mine's gonna be turfed out 'cos he's a hippie
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Or A scruffy little herbert like you
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Cor cheek of the geezer giving me the elbow
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Anyone think I was harry May or something, Know what I mean?
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Get Out Of My House
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The Business |