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MAX BYGRAVES - Fings Ain't Wot They Used T'Be - 45rpm 1960


Playing Next: David Kossoff - Alf's Blues / Please Sell No More Drink To My Father (1961)


\"Oi...do me a favour!\". Contemporary Cockney social consciousness from Mr B - LYRICS BELOW
Singalonga Max:-
They changed our local Palais into a bowling alley
and fings ain't what they used t' be.
There's Teds wiv drainpipe trousers
and Debs in coffee houses
and fings ain't what they used t' be.
There used to be trams, not very quick
Gotcha from place to place
But now there's just jams 'alf a mile fick
Stay in the human race... I'm walking.
They stuck parking meters outside our doors to greet us
Now Fings ain't what they used t' be.
Cor! monkeys... flying round the moon
We'll be up there with 'em soon
Fings ain't what they used t' be.
Once our beer was frothy
but now its frothy coffee... well
Fings ain't what they used t'be.
It used to be fun Dad an' old Mum
paddling down Southend,
But now it ain't done, never mind chum
Paris is where we spend our outin's.
Grandma tries to shock us all
Doing knees up rock 'n' roll
Fings ain't wot they used t' be.
We used to have stars
Singers who sung a Dixie melody
They're buying guitars... plinkerty plonk
Backing themselves wiv three chords only.
Once we'd dance from 12 to 3,
I've got news for Elvis P
Fings ain't what they used taaa
There's a lot we used taaa
Fings ain't what they used taa beeeee


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