Arthur Daley (’E’s Alright)

Lyrics

[Chorus] Alright my son, say no more, leave it out No bother, as it 'appens, its your shout Straight up, Pull the other In a right 2 and 8, hang about What's the damage - 'Ere, who's your mate? The geezer with the bunny in the trilby 'at Reckons he's legit but he ain't all that Arthur Daley, a little dodgy maybe, but underneath 'E's alright [Verse 1] Propping up the bar at the Winchester Club "A V.A.T. on the slate please Dave" Terry's still looking for a sub Arthur's onto a nice little earner Terry's getting agg and the chance of an hernia Minding the disco down some boozer Giving him a slap but he's onto a loser Pound to a penny that he don't get paid On account of the recession in the used car motor trade [Chorus] Alright my son, say no more, leave it out No bother, as it 'appens, its your shout Straight up, Pull the other In a right 2 and 8, hang about What's the damage - 'Ere, who's your mate? The geezer with the bunny in the trilby 'at Reckons he's legit but he ain't all that Arthur Daley, a little dodgy maybe, but underneath 'E's alright [Verse 2] 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 an' 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?" [Chorus] Alright my son, say no more, leave it out No bother, as it 'appens, its your shout Straight up, Pull the other In a right 2 and 8, hang about What's the damage - 'Ere, who's your mate? The geezer with the bunny in the trilby 'at Reckons he's legit but he ain't all that Arthur Daley, a little dodgy maybe, but underneath 'E's alright [Verse 3] Checking out his stock in the lock-up Arthur's havin' a fit "'Ere where's them magazines with the 'Erbets 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" [Chorus] Alright my son, say no more, leave it out No bother, as it 'appens, its your shout Straight up, Pull the other In a right 2 and 8, hang about What's the damage - 'Ere, who's your mate? The geezer with the bunny in the trilby 'at Reckons he's legit but he ain't all that Arthur Daley, a little dodgy maybe, but underneath [Outro] 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? (it is you know) Well yeah, it's a crime, yeah, technically But it's a bit under the arm the way the [?] 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, it's a bit...