Lyrics

A sorting office in the Old Kent Road
Caters from coast to most
A nice little number
If you’re out of work
And aren’t the sort to boast
If you’re in need of a job
Rob a job bob a job
I’m you’re man to see
I’ll sit I’ll listen
I’ll not say a word
The less said will be best for we

Ooo ooo what a firm of naughty boys
Ooo ooo I’ve been a naughty boy

We don’t want to mark each other’s card
Except the one you’ll need
I need you and your return
To help build my company
My twins work Brighton
On a sunny day
They cover town
With a shake of a hand (of a hand, hand)
On a high come back
Cos’ of no comeback
Now their working in the promised land

Ooo ooo what a pair of naughty boys
Ooo ooo I’ve been a naughty boy

The Allied Irish
The Cypriot Bank
The India Bank
The Bank of Turkey
United Bank
The Peoples Bank
To catch the work you got to be up early
Ha ha hahah ha ha haha

Temporarily out of bounds
Had to move the office clear out of town
For every problem there’s a solution
And I can do without constitution
Dealing cards from up the Old Kent Road
I’ve been checked for a heavy load
And you can go but be back soon
I’ll have some work for you to do

Ooo ooo what a lot of naughty boys
Ooo ooo I’ve been a naughty boy

Trustees Bank
The Barclays Bank
The Nat West Bank
The Midland Bank
The Bank of Scotland
William and Glynns
Bureau de Change
The Peoples Bank

Ooo ooo what a lot of naughty boys
Ooo ooo what a pair of naughty boys
Ooo ooo what a firm of naughty boys
Ooo ooo I’ve been a naughty boy