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Now I wouldn't saw that I was a bad boy I'd say that I was a peace loving bloke but whenever a girl takes me round 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 her old man said oh no no, he said Out, out get out of my house, you'd better take your sheepskin too no daughter of mine's going out with a hippie or a scruffy little herbert like you. Now my old lady doesn't seem to mind my appearance the old man thinks I'm a bore (?) And I dread the day when he turns to me and says Oi! son I cant take anymore, come on out Out, out get out of my house, you'd better take your sheepskin too no son of mine's going round as a hippie or a scruffy little herbert like you. Now personally I don't think appearance really matters what matters is your man from woman and I believe that if I stay a good boy the geezer upstairs will take me in he'll say Songtexte Come come come into my house you'd better bring your sheepskin too No son of mine's gonna be turfed out 'cos he's a hippie 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? Aus Songtexte Mania