All they ask for is your signature
Upon the dotted line
And a bob or two deposit
And you sings, "The World is Mine..."
'Ouses on the easy,
Put 'arf a guinea down
At three and six a week...
Don't 'old with it.
The cat 'ops on the window-sill
It's feedin' like a game
Swishes of it's rudder
Knocks out the blinkin' pane.
A pal of mine, 'e took one
And one day 'e pays a call
'E was fixin' up a picture
With a 'ammer on the wall,
'E fetches it a clout
Down comes the picture, 'ouse 'n' all.
Now there's a way to live...
Don't 'old with it.

An' I don't 'old with neighbours
Never did and never shall
One side of me, I've got a bloke
Who rows with 'is ol' gal.
  And opposite there's 'ens and dorgs
It's like a ruddy zoo.
An' it only wants the road up
For a proper 'how d'y do'
Now a neighbour's moved in next door
What's musically inclined
Talk about a din!...
Don't 'old with it.
Now a fiddle or a whistle-pipe
Now that'd be alright
But 'im... 'e blows a saxaphone
Till twelve o' clock at night.
Now what I says is this,
And I was never one to moan...
'It's an ill wind what blows
No'one any good, when sat alone.'
But if there's any good in 'im
What blows a saxaphone
Well, I'll eat my blinkin' bowler...
Don't 'old with it.


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