richard thompson
the boys of mutton street
Strolling down on Mutton Street The moon is peeping through Old wives say, Young Man, you’d better Watch your Ps and Qs But life is good on Mutton Street If you know the why and where Romping on the bombsites There’s magic everywhere CHORUS We’re the boys of Mutton Street Mutton Street, Mutton Street We’re the boys of Mutton Street We give no ground We came upon those Burley boys They were shaking like a leaf We had our stones and dusters We were armed right to the teeth We fired a friendly volley And we only maimed a few And quick as greasy lightning They disappeared from view Now Bonfire Night it was a sight The bonfire, how it blazed It nearly set the street alight So they called the Fire Brigade The Fire Brigade got busy But we cut the hoses clean And suddenly the Mutton Boys Were nowhere to be seen Alky on the corner Shell-shocked fusilier Tip him a little drink, he’ll get you Cigarettes and beer Thomas Tapling Senior Got soda pop and news Scott and Son’s got toys for boys But they push their Christian views