Fat and plump, plenty of form
Something to keep you nice and warm
I may have fallen away a bit, lost a pound or two
Lost me way, lost me - er - purse
Still that doesn't matter to you.
I'm good old iron, never been known to rust
Never been known to rust
Little bit fruity on the crust
Still I'm no chicken, but everything's complete
The fellows say I'm no good because
I'm not so fat as I uster was
But don't forget the nearer the bone, the sweeter the meat.
I was giddy, I was gay. Give me the chance I'm the same today
Though of fun I've had me share
Still I'm none the worse for wear
You can't go wrong if you've got the goods
Still I've no need to brag
Show your pluck - chance your luck
Have a dip in the lucky bag.
I'm good old iron, never been known to rust
Never been known to rust
Little bit fruity on the crust
Still I'm no chicken, but, underneath the moon
The fellows say I'm no good because
I'm not so fat as I uster was
But don't forget, the older the fiddle, the sweeter the tune!
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