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Old 01-14-2012, 10:56 AM   #150
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Arthur Daley (E's Alright)
Perfmored by Warren 'Potsie' Weber

Alright, my son, Leave it out,
As it 'appens, it's your shout,
Straight up, pull the other,
In a right 2 and 8, hang about,
What's the damage, chief?
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, little dodgy maybe but underneath,
'E's alright

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

Alright, my son, Leave it out,
As it 'appens, it's your shout,
Straight up, pull the other,
In a right 2 and 8, hang about,
What's the damage, chief?
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, little dodgy maybe but underneath,
'E's alright

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?"

Alright, my son, Leave it out,
As it 'appens, it's your shout,
Straight up, pull the other,
In a right 2 and 8, hang about,
What's the damage, chief?
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, little dodgy maybe but underneath,
'E's alright

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"

Alright, my son, Leave it out,
As it 'appens, it's your shout,
Straight up, pull the other,
In a right 2 and 8, hang about,
What's the damage, chief?
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, little dodgy maybe but underneath,
'E's alright

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?
Well, yeah, it's a crime, yeah, technically
But it's a bit under the arm the way the (inaudible),
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....
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