Got My Beer In The Sideboard Here (Out-Take 2) - Chas & Dave, Charles Nicholas "Chas" Hodges, David Victor "Dave" Peacock

Mother phoned up last night, she was going spare, she was in a temper pulling

out her hair

You’re sister’s courtin' a scruffy looking ted, father don’t give a monkeys and

this is what he said:

I don’t care, I don’t care, I don’t care if he comes round here

I’ve got my beer in the sideboard here let Mother sort it out if he comes round

here

I said to me mother let me 'ave a talk to dad, so he comes to the telephone,

he wasn’t half mad

Said she’s got no sense silly little cow and if he comes round here there’s

gonna be a row

I’ll tell ya something else and all he’s never got a job, he hangs around the

betting shop the lazy little yob

Mother says calm down now, he’s alright, but they’re out there snogging in the

passage all night

I don’t care, I don’t care, I don’t care if he comes round here

I’ve got my beer in the sideboard here let Mother sort it out if he comes round

here

If he comes round here, I’ve got my beer, let Mother sort it out

In the sideboard here, got my beer, let Mother sort it out

I don’t care if he comes round here

You’d think he was a tramp with the stubble on his chin, he looks like

something that the cat’s brought in

Never got no money, smokes all my fags, got holes in his soles and he’s hanging

in rags

On top of that he said to tell ya why I’ve got the 'ump, she had a skinny

little belly now its sticking out the front

Nothing seems to fit her and she’s running out of clothes, if he keeps on

taking liberties I’ll punch him on the nose