Letra
Ver letra con acordes
[Verse]
When I was young and short of tongue
A silly wee fool was I
The morning after I left the school
I heard my mother sigh
[Chorus]
Get up, get out, you lazy lout
Get into your working clothes
Up to your knees in oil and grease
With the grindstone to your nose
[Verse]
I bought a clock, a bonny wee clock
To help me tell the time
It waken me every morning
With a very poetic rhythm
[Chorus]
Get up, get out, you lazy lout
Get into your working clothes
Up to your knees in oil and grease
With the grindstone to your nose
[Verse]
I married a lass, a bonny wee lass
And kept her many a-year
Come what may, she began every day
By whispering in my ear
[Chorus]
Get up, get out, you lazy lout
Get into your working clothes
Up to your knees in oil and grease
With the grindstone to your nose
[Verse]
Some can lie as long as they like
They re luckier man than me
I never get to lie very long
I m only 5 foot 3
Get up, get out, you lazy lout
Get into your working clothes
Up to your knees in oil and grease
With the grindstone to your nose
[Outro]
I ll look for work tomorrow
If you just let me sleep today