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