Oh you are a mucky kid
Dirty as a dustbin lid
When he hears the things that you did
Youll get a belt from your dad

You really have your old mans nose
So crimson, in the dark it glows
If youre not asleep when the boozers close
Youll get a belt from your dad

You look so scruffy lying there
Strawberry jam all through your hair
Though in the world you havent a care
And your mummys got so many

Oh you are a mucky kid
Dirty as a dustbin lid
When he hears the things that you did
Youll get a belt from your dad

Although you have no silver spoon
Better days are coming soon
Sisters working at the mill
And she gets her pay on friday
Perhaps one day well make a splash
If the irish sweeps provides the cash
Well have a house thats oh-so posh
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
Youll get a belt from your dad

You really have your old mans face
Youre growing up a real hard case
But no one else can take your place
Go to sleep for mummy