You know to be a wrong 'un.
At first you think 'e's simple,
But you'll find 'is 'ead's a long 'un;
'E can't go straight, 'e's bound to rush,
'E'll 'ave her for a tanner.
It ain't no good a-roundin',
'E's got sich a pleasant manner.
Chorus: 'E'll rile yer till yer cuss and swear
And almost feel like strikin' 'im.
You find 'e's done yer for a bit
And yet yer can't 'elp likin' 'im!
'E'll kid yer on to play at cards,
And ask yer for to teach 'im,
Then go on makin' blunders till
You wish that you could reach 'im.
But strange to say 'e allus wins,
You watch your pile diminish,
You take 'im for a ''am fat'
But 'e gits there at the finish.
Chorus: And riles yer till yer cuss and swear.
And almost feel like strikin' 'im,
You find six aces up 'is sleeve,
And yet yer can't 'elp likin' 'im!
At times 'e carries on until
You fairly git disgusted,
It's varry 'ard to know you've got
A pal as can't be trusted.
'E don't show no respect
You say 'Now look 'ere Arry,
You saw me wiv a doner, that's
'The gal I'm goin' to marry.'
Chorus: 'E'll play some 'anky panky trick
That makes yer feel like strikin' 'im
You'll find 'im trottin' 'er about
And yet yer can't 'elp likin' 'im!
And talk about a liar, well!
I may say that 'e wins it,
There ain't no truth in any yarn.
I mean, that's if 'e spins it.
Lor' 'e won't turn a bloomin' 'air
And though he knows you doubt 'im,
You wouldn't care to tell 'im so
There's sumfink strange about 'im!
Chorus: 'E'll rile yer till yer cuss and swear
And almost feel like strikin' 'im,
You know 'e's kiddin' all the time,
And yet yer can't 'elp likin' 'im!
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