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Arthur Daley Es Alright by The Firm
Arthur Daley Es Alright
|Bb C7 C#o7 Dm| |Eb Eo7 F G7|
(G7) C
Alright my son, say no more, Leave it out, no bother
G7
As it happens its your shout
Straight up, Pull the other
In a right 2 and 8, hang about
C
What's the damage Chief?
ere! Who's your mate?
The geezer with the bunny in the trilby hat
F
Reckons he's legit but he ain't all that
F#o7 C A7 D7
Arthur Daley, little dodgy maybe, but underneath,
G7 C B Bb A Ab G Gb F7
'E's alright.
Bb
Propping up the bar at the Winchester Club
"A V.A.T. on the slate please Dave"
F Eb D7
Terry's still looking for a sub.
Eb
Arthur's onto a nice little earner
Terry's getting agg and the chance of an hernia
Bb
Minding the disco down some boozer
Giving him a slap but he's onto a loser
F
Pound to a penny that he don't get paid
F7 Bb C7 C#o7 Dm Eb Eo7 F G7
On account of the recession in the used car motor trade
Alright my son, say no more, Leave it out, no bother
As it happens its your shout
Straight up, Pull the other
In a right 2 and 8, hang about
What's the damage Chief?
ere! Who's your mate?
The geezer with the bunny in the trilby hat
Reckons he's legit but he ain't all that
Arthur Daley, little dodgy maybe, but underneath,
'E's alright.
Terry's piling up the Zeds
Been up on a job all night
When all of a sudden there's an horrible scream
And somebody's switching on the light
It's Arthur, Y-fronts caught in his zip
Brahms & Liszt and he needs a place to kip
Terry gets the hump with Arthur 'cos he
Won't go home 'cos of 'Her Indoors'
"She'd kill me Terry, odds on bet
I ain't got the bottle; Ain't you got that kettle on yet?"
Alright my son, say no more, Leave it out, no bother
As it happens its your shout
Straight up, Pull the other
In a right 2 and 8, hang about
What's the damage Chief?
ere! Who's your mate?
The geezer with the bunny in the trilby hat
Reckons he's legit but he ain't all that
Arthur Daley, little dodgy maybe, but underneath,
'E's alright.
Checking out his stock in the lock-up
Arthur's havin' a fit
"'Ere where's them magazines with the herbets in the leather
and the bird with a whip"
"Do what?", says Terry, "Who rattled your cage? You ought to be ashamed - a man of your age"
"Cheap jibe, Terence. Try to understand
Got a punter coming round gonna take em off me hands
Got a part exchange, claret from Japan
A vintage year, and he does 'em in five gallon cans"
Alright my son, say no more, Leave it out, no bother
As it happens its your shout
Straight up, Pull the other
In a right 2 and 8, hang about
What's the damage Chief?
ere! Who's your mate?
The geezer with the bunny in the trilby hat
Reckons he's legit but he ain't all that
Arthur Daley, little dodgy maybe, but underneath,
Fade: C Bm Am Bm (repeat)
(Spoken over fade out)
He's alright, is Arthur
So he's got a couple of Nelson Riddles going,
Who ain't? Don't make you a villain, do it?
And he sells the odd dodgy motor now and then
Well, it ain't a crime is it?
Well yeah, it's a crime, yeah, technically
But it's a bit under the arm the way the 8 stone 4
Sit on his daily giving him GBH on the ear'ole all the time
I mean, just 'cos he happens to have done a bit of bird for petty when he was a saucepan
He ought to do them for inflammation of character I reckon
You know what Chisholm said?
He said "I know how Arthur Daley'll die"
I said "How's that?"
He said "He'll fall off the back of a lorry"
Bit strong, definitely out of order, Know what I mean?
He goes turning his drum over, looking for bent gear
Finding it, yeah, yeah, but it ain't a crime,
it well yeah it's a crime I know but I mean...
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