Alternative Alf Garnett

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Alternative Alf Garnett
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As the temperature drops on the drunks out in Clapham I turn on my bx 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 it's 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! (Seen that, seen that, that's rubbish, that's crap… This is my flat, and that is my telly, and that is my chair you're sitting in… And when you confess to all of that to the father, I hope he has you on your knees till Christmas… I'm a disgusting pig, and not fit to live in the same house with… Look at me, I tell 'em. I'm what's in store for you. Loneliness and the old-age pension. That's where you're heading. That wipes the smile off their faces.) 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
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