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She was further than her father
But I was really rather
Partial to the way...
To the way she took her stand
She glanced over his shoulder
Urging me to be bolder
I subtly tried to push past her old man
But he stepped sideways firmly
A prop forward from Burnley
I felt like I'd walked into a brick wall
He menacingly whispered: "Sonny Jim
I know exactly where you've been
Stop now or believe me - you will fall"
She was a preacher's daughter
A rugby playing porter
Who'd become a wealthy hotelier
Before he got the calling
That fuels his stonewalling
Now he wants to put me my derriere
Oh yeah, the wages of sin
There's a big fat bloke trying to do me in
Well I can't hide and I can't run
He's chasing me around with an old shotgun
Well it was some time later, that I overheard her pater
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"Herbert" is a song by Madness from the album Can’t Touch Us Now, released in 2016. The song was written by Graham McPherson, Mike Barson. It was produced by Charlie Andrew, Clive Langer, Liam Watson, Madness.
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Holding forth and splendidly well oiled:
"Where there's muck there's brass
And I'll tell you now no lass
Of mine will be sullied or despoiled
By a rotten little Herbert
My princess made of sherbert
A lavender, my cupcake, coo ca choo"
My chance's getting slimmer
My hopes were going dimmer
So I grabbed her and I took her in the loo
She was a preacher's daughter
And I really didn't oughta
Have taken her and done what I have done
He wants to take me to the cleaners
For previous misdemeanours
And get me up the aisle with his shotgun
And take me up the aisle with his shotgun
Oh yeah, the wages of sin
There's a big fat bloke trying to do me in
Well I can't hide and I can't run
He's chasing me around with an old shotgun
Yeah, yeah, the wages of sin
There's a big fat bloke trying to do me in
Well I can't hide and I can't run
He's chasing me around with an old shotgun
He's an antique shotgun
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