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Arthur Daley 'e's Alright The Firm 1982 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9UCoul5SRzA |Bb C7 C#o7 Dm| |Eb Eo7 F G7| (G7) C Alright my son, say no more, Leave it out, no bother
As it happens itsG7 your shout Straight up, Pull the other
In a right 2 and 8, hang about
What's the damage Chief? C ere! Who's your mate?
The geezer with the bunny in the trilby hat
Reckons he's legit but he aFin't all that Arthur DF#o7aley, liCttle dodgy mA7aybe, but unD7derneath, 'E's alG7right. C B Bb A Ab G Gb F7
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Terry's getting agg and the chance of an hernia
BbMinding the disco down some boozer Giving him a slap but he's onto a loser FPound to a penny that he don't get paid On acF7count of the recession in the used car motor traBbde C7 C#o7 Dm Eb Eo7 F G7
Alright my son, say no more, Leave it out, no bother As it happens its your shout Straight up, Pull the other In a right 2 and 8, hang about What's the damage Chief? ere! Who's your mate? The geezer with the bunny in the trilby hat Reckons he's legit but he ain't all that Arthur Daley, little dodgy maybe, but underneath, 'E's alright. Terry's piling up the Zeds Been up on a job all night When all of a sudden there's an horrible scream And somebody's switching on the light It's Arthur, Y-fronts caught in his zip Brahms & Liszt and he needs a place to kip Terry gets the hump with Arthur 'cos he Won't go home 'cos of 'Her Indoors' "She'd kill me Terry, odds on bet I ain't got the bottle; Ain't you got that kettle on yet?" Alright my son, say no more, Leave it out, no bother As it happens its your shout Straight up, Pull the other In a right 2 and 8, hang about What's the damage Chief? ere! Who's your mate? The geezer with the bunny in the trilby hat Reckons he's legit but he ain't all that Arthur Daley, little dodgy maybe, but underneath, 'E's alright. Checking out his stock in the lock-up Arthur's havin' a fit "'Ere where's them magazines with the herbets in the leather and the bird with a whip" "Do what?", says Terry, "Who rattled your cage? You ought to be ashamed - a man of your age" "Cheap jibe, Terence. Try to understand Got a punter coming round gonna take em off me hands Got a part exchange, claret from Japan A vintage year, and he does 'em in five gallon cans" Alright my son, say no more, Leave it out, no bother As it happens its your shout Straight up, Pull the other In a right 2 and 8, hang about What's the damage Chief? ere! Who's your mate? The geezer with the bunny in the trilby hat Reckons he's legit but he ain't all that Arthur Daley, little dodgy maybe, but underneath, Fade: C Bm Am Bm (repeat) (Spoken over fade out) He's alright, is Arthur So he's got a couple of Nelson Riddles going, Who ain't? Don't make you a villain, do it? And he sells the odd dodgy motor now and then Well, it ain't a crime is it? Well yeah, it's a crime, yeah, technically But it's a bit under the arm the way the 8 stone 4 Sit on his daily giving him GBH on the ear'ole all the time I mean, just 'cos he happens to have done a bit of bird for petty when he was a saucepan He ought to do them for inflammation of character I reckon You know what Chisholm said? He said "I know how Arthur Daley'll die" I said "How's that?" He said "He'll fall off the back of a lorry" Bit strong, definitely out of order, Know what I mean? He goes turning his drum over, looking for bent gear Finding it, yeah, yeah, but it ain't a crime, it well yeah it's a crime I know but I mean...