The Business - Get Out Of My House Lyrics
Now I wouldn't saw that I was a bad boyI'd say that I was a peace loving blokebut whenever a girl takes me round to her househer parents seem to think I'm a jokeI went to a dance and I met a pretty girlit must have been a week or two agoI walked her home and she asked me inbut her old man said oh no no, he saidOut, out get out of my house, you'd better take your sheepskin toono daughter of mine's going out with a hippieor a scruffy little herbert like you.Now my old lady doesn't seem to mind my appearancethe old man thinks I'm a bore (?)And I dread the day when he turns to me and saysOi! son I cant take anymore, come on outOut, out get out of my house, you'd better take your sheepskin toono son of mine's going round as a hippieor a scruffy little herbert like you.Now personally I don't think appearance really matterswhat matters is your man from womanand I believe that if I stay a good boythe geezer upstairs will take me in he'll sayCome come come into my houseyou'd better bring your sheepskin tooNo son of mine's gonna be turfed out 'cos he's a hippieOr A scruffy little herbert like youCor cheek of the geezer giving me the elbowAnyone think I was harry May or something, Know what I mean?
