My old mans a dustman

Автор lonnie Donagan

MY OLD MANS A DUSTMAN
 
 
   OH   MY   OLD   MANS   A   DUST-MAN
     7      6       6         6        6      6        6
 
   HE   WEARS   A   DUST-MANS   HAT
     6         6        6        -6       6          -5
 
   HE   WEARS   COR   BLIM-EY   TROUS-ERS
    -5         -5          -5      -5     -5        -5       -5
 
   AND   HE   LIVES   IN   A   COUN-CIL   FLAT
       7       7     7         7    -6      6      -5        5
 
   HE   LOOKS   A   PROP-ER   NAR-NER
    7       6          6       6     6         6      6
 
   IN   HIS   GREAT   BIG   HOB   NAIL   BOOTS
    5      5        5           5       -5         6          -6
 
   HE’S   GOT   SUCH   A   JOB   TO   PULL   THEM   UP
       7       7          7       7     7       7        7          7         7
 
   THAT   HE   CALLS   THEM   DAI-SY   ROOTS
       7        7         7           -6         6   -5         5
 
   SOME   FOLKS   GIVE   TIPS   AT   CHRIST-MAS
       7          6            6        6       6         6           6
 
   AND   SOME   OF   THEM   FOR-GET
       6        6         6      -6           6     -5
 
   SO   WHEN   HE   PICKS   THEIR   BINS   UP
    -5       -5       -5       -5           -5         -5       -5
 
   HE   SPILLS   SOME   ON   THE   STEP
    7         7         -6          6       -5         5
 
   NOW   ONE   OLD   MAN   GOT   NAS-TY
      7         6        6        6         6       6      6
 
   AND   TO   THE   COUN-CIL   WROTE
      6       5       5       -5        6           -6
 
   NEXT   TIME   MY   OLD   MAN   WENT   ROUND   THERE
       7         7        7         7        7          7            7             7
 
   HE   PUNCHED   HIM   UP   THE   THROAT
     7        7              -6      6       -5            5