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Traditional 'old time' cockney music hall sing along. Being from 'oop North I don't understand some of the words! Verse 1
CJust a week or two ago my poor old Uncle Bill GWent and kicked the bucket and he left me in his Will The Cother day I popped around to see poor Auntie Jane She Gsaid your Uncle Bill has left to you a old watch and chain CI put it on right across me vest FThought I looked a dandy as it dangled on me chest CJust to flash it off I started walking round about A Glot of kiddies followed me and all began to shout
Chorus
CAny old iron any old iron any any any old Firon GYou look neat talk about a treat
You look dapper from your napper to your feet
CDressed in style brand new tile And your father's old green Ftie on But I Cwouldn't give you tuppence for your old watch chain Old iron old GirCon
Verse 2
CI went to the city once and I thought I'd have a spree GThe Mayor of London he was there that's who I came to see CHe dashed up at a canter in a carriage and a pair I Gshouted Holler boys and threw my hat up in the air CJust then the Mayor he began to smile FSaw my face and then he shouted Lummy what a dial CStarted Lord Mayoring an' I thought that I should die When Gpointing to my watch and chain and he hollered to me Hi
Chorus
CAny old iron any old iron any any any old Firon GYou look neat talk about a treat
You look dapper from your napper to your feet
CDressed in style brand new tile And your father's old green Ftie on But I Cwouldn't give you tuppence for your old watch chain Old iron old GirCon
Verse 3
CJust to have a little bit of fun the other day GMade up in my watch and chain I went and drew my pay CThen got out with a lot of other colonels on the loose I Ggot full right up to here in fourp'ny stagger juice COne of them said we want a pot of ale FRun him to the rag shop and we'll bung him on the scale CI heard the fellow say what's in this bundle that you've got Then Gwhisper to me kindly do you want to lose your lot
Chorus
CAny old iron any old iron any any any old Firon GYou look neat talk about a treat
You look dapper from your napper to your feet
CDressed in style brand new tile And your father's old green Ftie on But I Cwouldn't give you tuppence for your old watch chain Old iron old GirCon
Verse 4
CShan't forget when I got married to Selena Brown The Gway that people laughed at me it made me feel a clown CI began to wonder when their dials began to crack If Gby mistake I'd got my Sunday trousers front to back CI wore my chain on me Darby-kel The Fsun was shining on it and made me look a swell CThe organ started playing and the bells began to ring Me Gchain began to rattle so the choir began to sing
Chorus
CAny old iron any old iron any any any old Firon GYou look neat talk about a treat
You look dapper from your napper to your feet
CDressed in style brand new tile And your father's old green Ftie on But I Cwouldn't give you tuppence for your old watch chain Old iron old GirCon C G C