Liverpool Lullaby - Cilla Black

Oh you are a mucky kid

Dirty as a dustbin lid.

When he hears the things that you did

You’ll get a belt from yer dad.

Oh, you have your father’s nose

So crimson in the dark it glows.

If you’re not asleep when the boozers close

You’ll get a belt from yer dad.

You look so scruffy lying there

Strawberry jam tarts in your hair.

In all the world you haven’t a care

And I have got so many.

It’s quite a struggle every day

Livin' on yer father’s pay.

The beggar drinks it all away

And leaves me without any.

Although you have no silver spoon

Better days are coming soon.

Our Nelly’s working at the loom

And she gets paid on Friday.

Perhaps one day we’ll have a splash

When Littlewoods provide the cash.

We’ll get a house in Knotty Ash

And buy your dad a brewery.

Oh you are a mucky kid

Dirty as a dustbin lid.

When he hears the things that you did

You’ll get a belt from yer dad.

Oh you have your father’s face

You’re growing up a real hard case.

But there’s no one can take your place

Go fast asleep for your mummy.