What yer mean! muck n brass
what yer mean!
your only a lad
not as big as yer dad
so don't talk to me of
muck n brass,
now I be telling yer about
muck n brass,
aye, I be telling yer now.

When I was a lad
as big as me dad
we used to get up
before we went abed,
twenty four of us
living in old shoebox and
a bloody big teapot,
used to fight for place in
that bloody teapot,
warm it was, warm.

We worked thirty six hour shifts
with half n hour for
bread n jam n pickled egg,
aye, it was hard down pickling factory
and that's for bloody sure,
upto me neck most times
in that bloody pickling juice I was.

Now ! you, young whipper snapper
yer talk to me of
muck n brass,
aye, well maybe yer's right cause
there were plenty of muck but
not much brass, not for the like's of
Billy Muggins.