The Building Site Lads…Scouseland!
What do yer mean, what am I lookin' at?
And yer ask why I make a fuss!
Well that's cos yer all starin'!
As thought yer waitin' fer a bus!
An me blouse aint low at all!
It's cos yer higher than me!
Lookin' down an' blimpin',
As yer stand an drink yer tea!
Ogling' all the females skirts,
Shoutin' out remarks!
Well this aint a twinkle in me eye!
It's flippin' angry sparks!
Yer all starin' at me chest!
As yer give a grin or two!
Well you wana know what I think?
I think it's terrible of you!
Of course I've got no warts…
On me nose or chin!
I've gorra natural complexion!
I've got luverly skin!
As for whistlin' at me as yer smirk!
Yer, it maddens me!
I aint a flippin' dog!
Are yer so blind that yer can't see!
Yer see, the shock of seein' you lot!
Hangin' off the scaffold there!
Yer make me get an ‘eadache!
An it hurts me eyes, so there!
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