Lyrics:

Oh, you are a mucky kid
Dirty as a dustbin lid
When he finds out the things you did
You'll get a belt from your dad
Oh, you have your father's nose
So crimson, in the dark it glows
If you're not asleep when the boozers close
You'll get a belt from your dad

You look so scruffy lying there
Strawberry jam tufts in your hair
And in the world you haven't a care
And I have got so many
It's quite a struggle everyday
Living on your father's pay
The bugger drinks it all away
Leaves me without any

Although we have no silver spoon
Better days are coming soon
Now Nellie's working at the Lune
And she gets paid on Friday
Perhaps one day we'll have a bash
When Littlewoods provide the cash
We'll get a house in Knotty Ash
And buy your dad a brewery

Oh, you are a mucky kid
Dirty as a dustbin lid
When he finds out the things you did
You'll get a belt from your dad
Oh, you have your father's face
You're growing up a real hard case
But there's no one else can take your place
Go fast asleep for mammy