Lyrics

[Verse 1] Now I wouldn't say that I was a bad boy I'd say I was a peace-loving bloke But whenever a girl takes me home to her house Her parents seem to think I'm a joke I went to a dance and I met a pretty girl It must have been a week or two ago I walked her home and she asked me in But the old man said "oh, no, no" [Chorus] He said "out, out, get outta my house You'd better take your sheepskin too No daughter of mine's going out with an hippy Or a scruffy little herbert like you" [Verse 2] Now my old lady, she don't seem to mind my appearance The old man thinks that I'm a bore But I dread the day when he turns to me and says "Oi, son, I can't take any more, come on, out" [Chorus] "Out, out, get outta my house You'd better take your sheepskin too No son of mine's going round as an hippy Or a scruffy little herbert like you" [Verse 3] Now personally I don't think appearance really matters What matters is your man from within And I believe that if I stay a good boy The geezer upstairs, he'll take me in [Chorus] He'll say "come, come, come into my house You'd better bring your sheepskin too No son of mine's gonna be turfed out 'cause he's an hippy Or a scruffy little herbert like you" [Spoken] Cor, cheek of the geezer giving me the elbow Anyone think I was Harry May or something Know what I mean? [Chorus] Out, get outta my house You'd better take your sheepskin too No son of mine's going round as an hippy Or a scruffy little herbert like you [Chorus] Get out (Get out), get out (Get out), get outta my house You'd better take your sheepskin too No son of mine's going round as an hippy Or a scruffy little herbert like you