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We're gonna take this, opportunity To sing some old time songs We got a lap-trap on the off-beat And a bass drum on the on Stars over 45, we're gonna keep them songs alive Those boys deserve some credit, don't forget it Hit it, hit it I go window cleaning, to earn an honest bob For a nosey parker, it's an interesting job It's a job that just suits me, a window cleaner you would be If you could see what I can see When I'm cleaning windows In my profession I work hard but I never stop I climb this blinkin' ladder 'til I get right to the top Honey mooning couples too You should see them bill and coo You'd be suprised at the things they do When I'm cleaming windows One, two, three, four, get your bodies on the floor Five, six, seven, eight, get out of it before it's too late Here's a little tune I like myself Very nice, very nice Any old iron, any old iron Letras de cancionesAny any any old iron You look sweet, talk about a treat Your lookin' dapper from your napper to your feet Dressed in style, brand new tile Your fathers old green tie on But wouldn't giver you tuppence for your old watch back Old iron, old iron Run rabbit, run rabbit, run, run, run Don't give the farmer his fun, fun, fun He'll get by, without his rabbit pie So run rabbit, run rabbit, run, run, run Run rabbit, run rabbit, run, run, run Don't give the farmer his fun, fun, fun Bang, bang, bang, bang goes the farmer's gun So run rabbit, run rabbit, run, run, run I know a fat old policeman, he's always on the beat That fat and jolly red faced man he really is a treat He's too kind for a policeman, he's never known to frown And everybody says that he's the happiest man in town Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha So if you chance to meet him, while walking round the town Just shake him by his fat old hand and give him half a crown His eyes will beam and sparkle and gurgle with delight And then you'll start him laughing, until he cracks his sides Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha Oh my what a rotten song What a rotten song, what a rotten song Oh my what a rotten song And what a rotten singer too Run rabbit, run rabbit give him half a crown Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha knees up mother brown Bang, bang, bang, bang goes the farmer's gun Any old iron, any old iron, when I'm cleaning windows Run rabbit, run rabbit give him half a crown Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha knees up mother brown Bang, bang, bang, bang goes the farmer's gun Any old iron, any old iron, when I'm cleaning windows Run rabbit, run rabbit, give it to the girl nextdoor... From Letras Mania