Lyrics:

Now I wouldn't say that I was a bad boy
I’d say I was a peace-loving bloke
But whenever a girl takes me home to her house
Her parents seem to think I'm a joke
I went to a dance and I met a pretty girl
It must have been a week or two ago
I walked her home and she asked me in
But the old man said 'oh, no, no'

He said 'out, out, get outta my house
You'd better take your sheepskin too
No daughter of mine's going out with an hippy
Or a scruffy little herbert like you'

Now my old lady, she don't seem to mind my appearance
The old man thinks that I’m a bore
But I dread the day when he turns to me and says
'Oi, son, I can't take any more, come on, out'

'Out, out, get outta my house
You'd better take your sheepskin too
No son of mine's going round as an hippy
Or a scruffy little herbert like you'

Now personally I don't think appearance really matters
What matters is your man from within
And I believe that if I stay a good boy
The geezer upstairs, he'll take me in

He'll say 'come, come, come into my house
You'd better bring your sheepskin too
No son of mine's gonna be turfed out 'cause he's an hippy
Or a scruffy little herbert like you'

Cor, cheek of the geezer giving me the elbow
Anyone think I was Harry May or something
Know what I mean?

Out, get outta my house
You'd better take your sheepskin too
No son of mine's going round as an hippy
Or a scruffy little herbert like you

Get out (Get out), get out (Get out), get outta my house
You'd better take your sheepskin too
No son of mine's going round as an hippy
Or a scruffy little herbert like you