Get Out Of My House

[Verse 1]
Now I wouldn't say that I was a bad boy
I’d say I was a peace-loving bloke
But whenever a girl takes me home to her house
Her parents seem to think I'm a joke
I went to a dance and I met a pretty girl
It must have been a week or two ago
I walked her home and she asked me in
But the old man said "oh, no, no"

[Chorus]
He said "out, out, get outta my house
You'd better take your sheepskin too
No daughter of mine's going out with an hippy
Or a scruffy little herbert like you"

[Verse 2]
Now my old lady, she don't seem to mind my appearance
The old man thinks that I’m a bore
But I dread the day when he turns to me and says
"Oi, son, I can't take any more, come on, out"

[Chorus]
"Out, out, get outta my house
You'd better take your sheepskin too
No son of mine's going round as an hippy
Or a scruffy little herbert like you"

[Verse 3]
Now personally I don't think appearance really matters
What matters is your man from within
And I believe that if I stay a good boy
The geezer upstairs, he'll take me in

[Chorus]
He'll say "come, come, come into my house
You'd better bring your sheepskin too
No son of mine's gonna be turfed out 'cause he's an hippy
Or a scruffy little herbert like you"

[Spoken]
Cor, cheek of the geezer giving me the elbow
Anyone think I was Harry May or something
Know what I mean?

[Chorus]
Out, get outta my house
You'd better take your sheepskin too
No son of mine's going round as an hippy
Or a scruffy little herbert like you

[Chorus]
Get out (Get out), get out (Get out), get outta my house
You'd better take your sheepskin too
No son of mine's going round as an hippy
Or a scruffy little herbert like you