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Any old iron, any old iron, any, any, any old iron? |
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You look neat, talk about a treat |
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You look so dapper from your napper to your feet |
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Dressed in style, brand new tile |
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And your father's old green tie on |
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But I wouldn't give you tuppence |
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For your old watch and chain |
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Old iron, old iron |
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Just a week or two ago, my dear old uncle Bill |
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He went and kicked the bucket and he left me in his will |
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So I went around the road to see my auntie Jane |
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She said, "Your uncle Bill has left you a watch and chain" |
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So I put it on right across my derby kell |
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The sun was shining on it and it made me look a swell |
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I went out, strolling round about |
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A crowd of kiddies followed me and they began to shout |
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Any old iron, any old iron, any, any, any old iron? |
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You look neat, talk about a treat |
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You look so dapper from your napper to your feet |
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Dressed in style, brand new tile |
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And your father's old green tie on |
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But I wouldn't give you tuppence |
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For your old watch and chain |
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Old iron, old iron |
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I won't forget the day I went to London on the spree |
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I saw the mayor of London there, that's who I went to see |
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He came along in a carriage and a pair |
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I shouted, "Come on boys, all throw your hats up in the air" |
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Just then the mayor, he began to smile |
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Pointed to my face and said, "Lor Lummy, what a dial" |
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Started Lord-a-mayoring and then to my dismay |
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He pointed to my watch and chain and shouted to me, "Hey" |
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Any old iron, any old iron, any, any, any old iron? |
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You look neat, talk about a treat |
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You look so dapper from your napper to your feet |
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Dressed in style, brand new tile |
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And your father's old green tie on |
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But I wouldn't give you tuppence |
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For your old watch and chain |
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Old iron, old iron |
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I shan't forget the day I married miss Elisa Brown |
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The way the people laughed at me, it made me feel a clown |
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I arrived in a carriage called a hack |
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When I suddenly discovered I'd my trousers front to back |
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So I walked down the aisle, dressed in style |
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The vicar took a look at me and then began to smile |
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The organ started playing, the bells began to ring |
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The people started laughing and the choir began to sing |
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Any old iron, any old iron, any, any, any old iron? |
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You look neat, talk about a treat |
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You look so dapper from your napper to your feet |
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Dressed in style, brand new tile |
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And your father's old green tie on |
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But I wouldn't give you tuppence |
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For your old watch and chain |
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Old iron, old iron |
