Ivor Biggun
Ivor Biggun - Sing A Mucky Song (remastered) lyrics
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Some people sing sad songs about, mother and home Some sing about wicked women I, leave ‘em alone Some sing about blue suede shoes, and a romance that went wrong But I pick up a ukulele and sing a mucky song I pluck, pluck, pluck my ukulele, and serenade the folks so gaily All around the place you see the smiles, smiles, smiles I pluck for my dinner and pluck for my supper I'm such a happy little plucker Singing songs about tits and bums and piles, piles, piles My ukulele well it, won't bring me wealth If I play it with the band or, play with myself It's a very nice size and I can't keep my hands off it for long So I pick up my ukulele and sing a mucky song I pluck, pluck, pluck my ukulele, and serenade the folks so gaily Singing something vulgar to my chums, chums, chums I pluck for my dinner and pluck for my supper Eee, I'm such a happy little plucker Singing songs about nudist camps and honeymoon couples and bums A greengrocer's daughter took a fancy to me She let me hold her aubergines sat, on the settee She said I could do anything she wouldn't think it wrong So I pulled out my ukulele and sang a mucky song So if you've got a gum-boil or a, pain in your bum And your wife's run off with the dustbin man Now, don't you feel glum Don't go around like a misery guts With a face that's three feet long Grab yourself a ukulele and sing a mucky song And pluck, pluck, pluck your ukulele, and serenade the folks so gaily Singing something vulgar to your chums, chums, chums If you sit there and play with yourself You'll either go blind or ruin your health But you'll be the happiest plucker that strums Singing songs about nudist camps and honeymoon couples and bums