Father lyrics

Father's very noisy with his vines Says there all the same, it makes you sick Need a bleeding boot up their behinds That would bloody shift them double quick Father drops his toffee after tea all them monkeys sprouting their advice Bleeding bloody berks, believe you me Twenty times as much for half the price Into the kitchen, mother (mother) The kettle's got a hard-on You can't call this dripping It hasn't got no lard on (father) (father) (father) (father) (father) Father's in the khazi half-an-hour