Shine Your Buttons With Brasso (C) F G7 F / F G7 C / F G7 F / G7 C F My fathers a lavatory cleaner He cleans them by day and by night And when he comes home in the evening He's covered all over with . . F G7 F / F - C / F C F / F G7 C F Shine your buttons with Brasso It's only three ha'pence a tin You can buy it or whip it from Woolworths But I don't think they've got any in And when it came round to Christmas He gave my ma a great fright For instead of bringing her chocolates He brought her a box full of . . . Some say that he died of a fever Some say that he died of a fit But, I know very well what he died of He died of the smell of the . . . Some say that he's buried in a graveyard Some say that he's buried in a pit But, I know very well what he's buried in He's buried in six foot of . . . Recorded by Roberts and Barrand - Spencer the Rover DC
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