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(G7) C 
Alright my son, say no more, Leave it out, no bother 
                 G7 
As it happens its your shout 

Straight up, Pull the other 

In a right 2 and 8, hang about 
                         C 
What's the damage Chief? 

ere! Who's your mate? 

The geezer with the bunny in the trilby hat 
                           F 
Reckons he's legit but he ain't all that 
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Arthur Daley, little dodgy maybe, but underneath, 
       G7     C B Bb A Ab G Gb F7 
'E's alright. 



Bb 
Propping up the bar at the Winchester Club 

"A V.A.T. on the slate please Dave" 
F                Eb          D7 
Terry's still looking for a sub. 
Eb 
Arthur's onto a nice little earner 

Terry's getting agg and the chance of an hernia 
Bb 
Minding the disco down some boozer 

Giving him a slap but he's onto a loser 
F 
Pound to a penny that he don't get paid 
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On account of the recession in the used car motor trade 



Alright my son, say no more, Leave it out, no bother 
As it happens its your shout 
Straight up, Pull the other 
In a right 2 and 8, hang about 
What's the damage Chief? 
ere! Who's your mate? 
The geezer with the bunny in the trilby hat 
Reckons he's legit but he ain't all that 
Arthur Daley, little dodgy maybe, but underneath, 
'E's alright. 



Terry's piling up the Zeds 
Been up on a job all night 
When all of a sudden there's an horrible scream 
And somebody's switching on the light 
It's Arthur, Y-fronts caught in his zip 
Brahms & Liszt and he needs a place to kip 
Terry gets the hump with Arthur 'cos he 
Won't go home 'cos of 'Her Indoors' 
"She'd kill me Terry, odds on bet 
I ain't got the bottle; Ain't you got that kettle on yet?" 



Alright my son, say no more, Leave it out, no bother 
As it happens its your shout 
Straight up, Pull the other 
In a right 2 and 8, hang about 
What's the damage Chief? 
ere! Who's your mate? 
The geezer with the bunny in the trilby hat 
Reckons he's legit but he ain't all that 
Arthur Daley, little dodgy maybe, but underneath, 
'E's alright. 



Checking out his stock in the lock-up 
Arthur's havin' a fit 
"'Ere where's them magazines with the herbets in the leather 
and the bird with a whip" 
"Do what?", says Terry, "Who rattled your cage? You ought to be ashamed - a man of your age" 
"Cheap jibe, Terence. Try to understand 
Got a punter coming round gonna take em off me hands 
Got a part exchange, claret from Japan 
A vintage year, and he does 'em in five gallon cans" 



Alright my son, say no more, Leave it out, no bother 
As it happens its your shout 
Straight up, Pull the other 
In a right 2 and 8, hang about 
What's the damage Chief? 
ere! Who's your mate? 
The geezer with the bunny in the trilby hat 
Reckons he's legit but he ain't all that 
Arthur Daley, little dodgy maybe, but underneath, 



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(Spoken over fade out) 
He's alright, is Arthur 
So he's got a couple of Nelson Riddles going, 
Who ain't? Don't make you a villain, do it? 
And he sells the odd dodgy motor now and then 
Well, it ain't a crime is it? 
Well yeah, it's a crime, yeah, technically 
But it's a bit under the arm the way the 8 stone 4 
Sit on his daily giving him GBH on the ear'ole all the time 
I mean, just 'cos he happens to have done a bit of bird for petty when he was a saucepan 
He ought to do them for inflammation of character I reckon 
You know what Chisholm said? 
He said "I know how Arthur Daley'll die" 
I said "How's that?" 
He said "He'll fall off the back of a lorry" 
Bit strong, definitely out of order, Know what I mean? 
He goes turning his drum over, looking for bent gear 
Finding it, yeah, yeah, but it ain't a crime,  
it well yeah it's a crime I know but I mean...