Any Old Iron-Peter Sellers/Sophia Loren

歌手 : Peter Sellers / Sophia Loren

专辑 : The Classic Years

语种 : 英语

时长 : 02:52

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TXT Any Old Iron-Peter Sellers/Sophia Loren 文本歌词

Any Old Iron - Peter Sellers

Any old iron, any old iron, any, any, any old iron?

You look neat, talk about a treat

You look so dapper from your napper to your feet

Dressed in style, brand new tile

And your father's old green tie on

But I wouldn't give you tuppence

For your old watch and chain

Old iron, old iron

Just a week or two ago, my dear old uncle Bill

He went and kicked the bucket and he left me in his will

So I went around the road to see my auntie Jane

She said, "Your uncle Bill has left you a watch and chain"

So I put it on right across my derby kell

The sun was shining on it and it made me look a swell

I went out, strolling round about

A crowd of kiddies followed me and they began to shout

Any old iron, any old iron, any, any, any old iron?

You look neat, talk about a treat

You look so dapper from your napper to your feet

Dressed in style, brand new tile

And your father's old green tie on

But I wouldn't give you tuppence

For your old watch and chain

Old iron, old iron

I won't forget the day I went to London on the spree

I saw the mayor of London there, that's who I went to see

He came along in a carriage and a pair

I shouted, "Come on boys, all throw your hats up in the air"

Just then the mayor, he began to smile

Pointed to my face and said, "Lor Lummy, what a dial"

Started Lord-a-mayoring and then to my dismay

He pointed to my watch and chain and shouted to me, "Hey"

Any old iron, any old iron, any, any, any old iron?

You look neat, talk about a treat

You look so dapper from your napper to your feet

Dressed in style, brand new tile

And your father's old green tie on

But I wouldn't give you tuppence

For your old watch and chain

Old iron, old iron

I shan't forget the day I married miss Elisa Brown

The way the people laughed at me, it made me feel a clown

I arrived in a carriage called a hack

When I suddenly discovered I'd my trousers front to back

So I walked down the aisle, dressed in style

The vicar took a look at me and then began to smile

The organ started playing, the bells began to ring

The people started laughing and the choir began to sing

Any old iron, any old iron, any, any, any old iron?

You look neat, talk about a treat

You look so dapper from your napper to your feet

Dressed in style, brand new tile

And your father's old green tie on

But I wouldn't give you tuppence

For your old watch and chain

Old iron, old iron