Tony Skinner's Lad

'Cause we can't accept the nostril But we've got to wait and go to sleep for 4 or 5 years Until there's a Parliamentary Election and then the sun will shine You get the bus at 6 a.m. for Parkhurst from Clay Cross. You get bus 'cause you're your fathers son Your sitting on a park bench watching rhodidendrums bloom Singing Gracie Fields 'cause you're your mothers son And they wonder, whats he after, making trouble, what's his game? This one can't be bought, this one can't be had. Keep your eye on this one He's Tony Skinner's lad. Tony Skinner's lad You get the Clay Cross Council chair Put that chain away You're not standing up for me, sit down Onto the Palace of varieties It's just your place of work And your jobs standing up for those done down And they wonder, what's he after, making trouble, what's his game? This one can't be bought, this one can't be had Keep your eye on this one He's Tony Skinner's lad Tony Skinner's lad Get the bus at 6 a.m. Parkhurst Clay Cross, Bolsover, Westminster here we come To win for working people what they're owed for what they've lost You do the work 'cause you're your fathers son And they wonder, What's he after? Making trouble, Whats his game? This one can't be bought, this one can't be had Keep your eye on this one He's Tony Skinner's lad Most of the major leap forwards that have been made by the working Class haven't been made down in the Houses of Parliament they've been made on the streets of the picket line And they wonder, what's he after? Making trouble, what's his game? This one can't be bought, this one can't be had Keep your eye on this one He's Tony Skinner's lad