Monday 4 July 2011

day twenty nine


"a song from your childhood"

can't think... poorly... struck down in my prime etc etc

x

5 comments:

davyh said...

Bless! Can I?? x

adam said...

That was one of the first records I can remember listening to - my mum bought it and listened to it and sang it to us, my dad sang it to us as a lullaby, and I used to sing it during song time in infants' school.

glengrainger said...

my songs are the complete tighten up collection. never off . mum and dads turntable.or my eldest brother playing superfly that really done it for me no idea what it was or why just grooved on it.

dickvandyke said...

Given the picture, I woulda gone for Liverpool Lullaby by Cilla Black:

Oh you are a mucky kid
Dirty as a dustbin lid
When he hears the things that you did
You’ll get a belt from yer dad.

Oh, you have your father’s nose
So crimson in the dark it glows
If you’re not asleep when the boozers close
You’ll get a belt from yer dad.

You look so scruffy lying there
Strawberry jam tarts in your hair
In all the world you haven’t a care
And I have got so many.

It’s quite a struggle every day
Livin’ on yer father’s pay
The beggar drinks it all away
And leaves me without any.

Although you have no silver spoon
Better days are coming soon
Our Nelly’s working at the loom
And she gets paid on Friday.

Perhaps one day we’ll have a splash
When Littlewoods provide the cash
We’ll get a house in Knotty Ash
And buy your dad a brewery.

Oh you are a mucky kid
Dirty as a dustbin lid
When he hears the things that you did
You’ll get a belt from yer dad.

Oh you have your father’s face
You’re growing up a real hard case
But there’s no one can take your place
Go fast asleep for your mummy.

xx

ally. said...

bless you sweethearts for your kind helping hands. still clammy and hacking but crawling to the finishing line
x