Now 'ere's a little story
(To tell it is a must)
About an unsung hero
That moves from dawn to dusk.
Some people make a fortune,
Others earn a mint;
My old man don't earn much:
In fact he's a flippin' print.
Ohhhhh, my old man's a smiley
He wears a smiley's hat
He wears cor-blimey pixels
And lives in a separate spread.
He looks a proper nana
With his great big yellow gob
He's such a time to download
They call him a cable job.
Ohhhhh, my old man's a smiley
Lala lala lala
Hm hm, hm-hm hm hm-hm
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