Alternative Alf Garnett

As the temperature drops on the drunks out in Clapham
 I turn on my box and it's like punk never happened
 The community's charged up and the West End's alight
 And it's Jimmy bloody Tarbuck on a Saturday night
 And I'm sick to the back teeth, front teeth and tonsils
 Of hit making factories and kids sniffing Ronseal
 The run down, the hard up and the national health
 And Jimmy bloody Tarbuck on a Sunday as well
 Friends, Romans, country fans
 If you're happy and you know it
 You can clap your hands and say yeah!
 Friends, Romans, country fans
 If you're happy and you know it
 You can clap your hands and say yeah! Say yeah!
 Yes sir no sir three bags full of newspaper
 Sleeping by the greengrocers over by the undertakers
 Died in a house fire mummy was at the bakers
 Buying broken biscuits, digestives and iced wafers
 I've broken my dentures, got senile dementure
 And I'm losing my barnet
 I'm an alternative Alf Garnett