Our Bill Our Bill has a concrete mixer, He were coming home last night When down the street he saw his house With a sports car parked outside Now he thought, Here's me going out to work While my wife's at home ont' a job So he thought he'd get her lover boy And smash him up his gob Then he thought, Now look here Billy lad Use what's under your crop So he up with his concrete mixer, Fills the car right up to t' top Then he got back in his cabin, Sits as quiet as a mouse And he sees the bloke coming to his car But he comes from next door's house Our Bill starts up his engine, He'd never felt such a prat He were down the road and a mile away In twenty seconds flat Ah, but if Bill had stayed a bit longer He'd have seen his wife so sweet Giving a kiss to her lover boy As he cycled down the street. So now his wife, she gets her oats, And Billy feel a berk For thinking his wife was having it off While he was out of work. ----------------------------------------------------------------- This is a common folk tale on both side of the Atlantic and is always, at least according to the raconteur, based on fact. This telling of the imaginative use of a concrete mixer is the work of Lancashire's Bernard Wrigley. Recorded by John Roberts and Tony Barrand on "Mellow with Ale from the Horn", FHR-04 DC
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