Stars Over 45

We're gonna take this, opportunity

To play some old time songs

We got a lap-trap on the off-beat

And a bass drum on the on

Stars over 45, we're gonna keep those songs alive

Those boys deserve some credit, don't forget it

Hit it, hit it

I go window cleaning, to earn an honest bob

For a nosey parker, it's an interesting job

It's a job that just suits me, a window cleaner you would be

If you could see what I can see

When I'm cleaning windows

In my profession I work hard but I never stop

I climb this blinkin' ladder 'til I get right to the top

Honey mooning couples too

You should see them bill and clue

You'd be suprised at the things they do

When I'm cleaming windows

One, two, three, four, get your bodies on the floor

Five, six, seven, eight, get out of it before it's too late

Here's a little tune I like myself

Very nice, very nice

Any old iron, any old iron

Any any any old iron

You look sweet, talk about a treat

Your lookin' dapper from your napper to your feet

Dressed in style, brand new tile

Your fathers old green tie on

But wouldn't giver you tuppence for your old watch back

Old iron, old iron

Run rabbit, run rabbit, run, run, run

Don't give the farmer his fun, fun, fun

He'll get by, without his rabbit pie

So run rabbit, run rabbit, run, run, run

Run rabbit, run rabbit, run, run, run

Don't give the farmer his fun, fun, fun

Bang, bang, bang, bang goes the farmer's gun

So run rabbit, run rabbit, run, run, run

I know a fat old policeman, who's always on the beat

A fat and jolly red faced man he really is a treat

He's too kind for a policeman, he's never known to frown

And everybody says that he's the happiest man in town

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha

So if you chance to meet him, while walking round the town

Just shake him by his fat old hand and give him half a crown

His eyes will beam and sparkle and gurgle with delight

And then you'll start him laughing, until he cracks his sides

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha

Oh my what a rotten song

What a rotten song, what a rotten song

Oh my what a rotten song

And what a rotten singer too

Run rabbit, run rabbit give him half a crown

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha knees up mother brown

Bang, bang, bang, bang goes the farmer's gun

Any old iron, any old iron, when I'm cleaning windows

Run rabbit, run rabbit give him half a crown

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha knees up mother brown

Bang, bang, bang, bang goes the farmer's gun

Any old iron, any old iron, when I'm cleaning windows

Run rabbit, run rabbit, give it to the girl nextdoor...