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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