Puttin' On The Style

Sweet sixteen goes to church
 Just to see the boys
 Laughs and screams and giggles
 At every little noise
 Turns her face a little
 And turns her head awhile
 But everybody knows she's
 Only putting on the style
 She's putting on the agony
 Putting on the style
 That's what all the young folks
 Are doing all the while
 And as I look around me
 I sometimes have to smile
 Seeing all the young folks
 Putting on the style
 Well the young man in the hot rod car
 Driving like he's mad
 With a pair of yellow gloves
 He's borrowed from his dad
 He makes it roar so lively
 Just to make his girlfriend smile
 But she knows he's only
 Putting on the style
 He's putting on the agony
 Putting on the style
 That's what all the young folks
 Are doing all the while
 And as I look around me
 I sometimes have to smile
 Seeing all the young folks
 Putting on the style
 Preacher in the pulpit
 Roars with all his might
 Sing Glory Halleluja
 Puts the folks all in a fright
 Now you might think it's satan
 That's a-coming down the aisle
 But it's only our poor preacher boys
 That's putting on his style
 Putting on the agony
 Putting on the style
 That's what all the young folks
 Are doing all the while
 And as I look around me
 I sometimes have to smile
 Seeing all the young folks
 Putting on the style
 Putting on the agony
 Putting on the style
 That's what all the young folks
 Are doing all the while
 And as I look around me
 I sometimes have to smile
 Seeing all the young folks
 Putting on the style
 Putting on the agony
 Putting on the style
 That's what all the young folks
 Are doing all the while
 And as I look around me
 I sometimes have to smile
 Seeing all the young folks
 Putting on the style
 MY OLD MAN'S A DUSTMAN - 31/03/1960
 4 weeks at #1 - 13 weeks on chart
 Now here's a little story
 To tell it is a must
 About an unsung hero
 That moves away the dust
 Some people make a fortune
 Others earn a mint
 My old man don't earn much
 In fact he's bloomin' skint
 Oh my old man's a dustman
 He wears a dustman's hat
 He wears cor blimey trousers
 And he lives in a council flat
 He looks a proper 'nana
 In his great big hob nailed boots
 He's got such a job to pull 'em up
 That he calls 'em daisy roots
 Some folks give tips at christmas
 And some of them forget
 So when he picks their bins up
 He spills some on the step
 Now one old man got nasty
 And to the council wrote
 Next time my old man went round there
 He punched him up the throat
 Oh my old man's a dustman
 He wears a dustman's hat
 He wears cor blimey trousers
 And he lives in a council flat
 I say I say Les
 (Yeah)
 I found a police dog in my dustbin
 (How do you know it was a police dog)
 He had a policeman with him
 Though my old mans a dustman
 He's got an 'art of gold
 He got married recently
 Though he's 86 years old
 We said 'ere hang on dad
 You're getting past your prime
 He said well when you get my age
 It 'elps to pass the time
 Oh my old man's a dustman
 He wears a dustman's hat
 He wears cor blimey trousers
 And he lives in a council flat
 I say I say I say
 My dustbin's full of lilies
 (Well throw'em away then)
 I can't lily's wearing 'em
 Now one day whilst in a hurry
 He missed a ladies bin
 He hadn't gone but a few yards
 When she chased after him
 What game d'you think you're playing
 She cried right from the 'art
 You've missed me am I too late
 Nah jump up on the cart
 Oh my old man's a dustman
 He wears a dustman's hat
 He wears cor blimey trousers
 And he lives in a council flat
 I say I say I say
 (Not you again)
 My dustbin's absolutely full with toadstools
 (How d'you know it's full)
 Cuz there's not mushroom inside
 He found a tiger's head one day
 Nailed to a piece of wood
 The tiger looked quite miserable
 But I suppose he should
 Just then from out the window
 A voice began to wail
 He said Oy where's me tigers head
 Four feet from his tail
 Oh my old man's a dustman
 He wears a dustman's hat
 He wears cor blimey trousers
 And he lives in a council flat
 Next time you see a dustman
 Looking all pale and sad
 Don't kick him in the dustbin
 It might me my old dad