Alright my son, say no more, Leave it out, no bother
As it happens its your shout
Straight up, Pull the other
What's the damage Chief?
ere! Who's your mate?
Reckons he's legit but he ain't all that
Arthur Daley, little dodgy maybe, but underneath,
'E's alright.
Propping up the bar at the Winchester Club
"A V.A.T. on the slate please Dave"
Terry's still looking for a sub.
Arthur's onto a nice little earner
Terry's getting agg and the chance of an hernia
Minding the disco down some boozer
Giving him a slap but he's onto a loser
Pound to a penny that he don't get paid
On account of the recession in the used car motor trade
Alright my son, say no more, Leave it out, no bother
(Spoken over fade out)
He's alright, is Arthur