JINGLE JANGLE

jingle jangle
scrapmans tangle

mother and grandma
wringing on the mangle

busy as bees can be

the horse and cart rolled down the street
any old iron to all they meet

"ANY OLD IRON ANY OLD IRON"

grandma shouts "take this and that
i aint looking for pennies in my hat"

because thats the way it used to be
times were hard but scrap was free

they didn't have luxury motor cars
no swanky diners
or yuppie bars

just workhouses, workhouses, on every street
you'd get the sack
and fall on your feet

as you roll from that job into another
unity..unity alongside y7our brother

no contracts or deals to make you rich
putting clothes on yopur back
and earning each stitch

no power to a shower..after a hard days graft
she ran the bath and didn't laugh

one in one out
as they bathed in the scum
of their brother or sister

they didn't have sky
or wide tv's

all black and white
with the bbc

no chip and pin
or credit cards

cash in the hands
and the hands were hard

the men had a drink
to forget about about work

while the wives washed the dishes
with the marigold blues

and down at the pub
ther'ed be a big fight

they didn't use weapons
the fists stayed tight

no rambo knifes
or guns in cars

no baseballs
or iron bars

they fought with their fists
no matter how pissed

and when all was done no one was dissed
as they shook each others hands and got more pissed

to the sounds of the jingle jangle

the way it used to be

say's my dad ..again..and again..and agin