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Chorus:
Shine your buttons with Brasso
It's only three ha'pence a tin
You can buy it or whip it from Woolworths
But I don't think they've got any in
My fathers a lavatory cleaner
He cleans them by day and by night
And when he comes home in the evening
He's covered all over with . . .
Last year it was just about Christmas
He gave me ol' mum such a fit
For instead of a box full of chocolates
He brought her a box full of . . .
Some say that he died of a fever
Some say that he died of a fits
But, I know very well what he died of
He died of a grand case of . . .
Some say that he's buried in a graveyard
Some say that he's buried in a pit
But I know just where he's buried in
He lies under six foot of . . .
Some say that he left me a fortune,
some say that he left me a bit,
but i know darn well what he left me,
he left me a bucket of . . .
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