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 your da

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 your da

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

It quite a struggle every day
Living on your Father's pay
The bugger drinks it all away
And leaves me without any

Although you have no silver spoon
Better days are coming soon
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And she gets paid on Friday
Perhaps one day we'll make a splash
When Littlewoods provides 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 your da

OH you have your old fathers face
You're growing up a real hard case
But no one else can take your place
Go fast asleep for your Mummy

("The Lune" is a reference to the former
Lune Laundry in Wavertree, Liverpool,
one of the few employment opportunities
for young Liverpool women in the immediate
postwar era.)