Baked Beans
We get these blooming beans on toast,
For breakfast, dinner and tea,
We refuse to have any supper,
We know what that would be.
We never, ever get a change,
At least that's how it seems,
Since we were broken off the bottle,
We've had nowt but blooming beans.
Our dad has got a motor car,
He really loves to swank,
But we've to have these blooming beans,
So that he can fill his tank.
Now when we're going to say good by,
We don't want any fuss,
But when you have these blooming beans,
Please spare a thought for us.
From 'Th' Owd Syker Looks at Life.'
_________________ Mel
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