Pardon - Ian Dury, The Blockheads

New digs and prospects of a job

New digs and prospects…

Have I been half interested 'till now?

Breath and armpits feet

For Christ’s sake please stay sweet

An ever present threat of hands that want to sweat

My head aches and I’m bursting for a piss

Why should I subject myself to this?

Pardon, sort of, oh

Pardon, you know, oh

Pardon, um, oh

Pardon, er, oh

My dreams could come true if I make the right impression

Hope it looks OK

I had it done today

Was that me who laughed?

Oh God I feel so daft

Think I’ve got a new one on my nose

Don’t I look a lemon in these clothes?

Pardon, sort of, oh

Pardon, you know, oh

Pardon, um, oh

Pardon, er, oh

Do these smells belong to me?

Must not laugh or crawl

Dear dandruff do not fall

My stomach heaving chap

Make me a proper prat

My head aches and I need to be excused

Tell the truth you don’t seem too amused

Pardon, sort of, oh

Pardon, you know, oh

Pardon, um, oh

Pardon, er, oh

Pardon, sort of, oh

Pardon, you know, oh

Pardon, um, oh

Pardon, er, oh

Pardon, sort of, oh

Pardon, you know, oh

Pardon, um, oh

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