Dibnah

He were born and raised in Bolton An honest steeplejack The hardest working bloke in't north A giant in a flatcap He weren't one for health and safety And I worshipped him as a child Cos he'd climb a 200 foot chimney After drinking 5 pints of mild His name were Dibnah They called him Fred Dibnah Dibnah They called him Fred Dibnah With chimneys and traction engines He'd graft and sweat and toil He were like your dad or grandad Tinkering in his shed, getting covered in oil They'd send fer him from all over And we'd watch him on our screens And from the top of all them chimneys What must he have seen? His name was Dibnah They called him Fred Dibnah Dibnah They called him Fred Dibnah And we dont have chimneys anymore Cos we dont have factories anymore No We dont have chimneys anymore Cos we dont have factories anymore In 2004 he left us And I think I must've cried Cos on that day, when he passed away Part of our heritage died They called him Fred Dibnah They called him Fred Dibnah Dibnah They called him Fred Dibnah And they don't make 'em like that anymore No, they don't make 'em like him anymore No, they don't make 'em like that anymore No they don't make 'em like him anymore