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!