Two little yobs had two little toys
Each had a wooden hammer
Gaily they played each summers day
Vandalising their local manor
One little chap had a mishap
Broke off his hammers head
Wept for his toy then cried with joy
As his fellow yobbo said
Did you think I would leave you crying
When theres room on my bike for two
Climb up here jack and dont be crying
Ive plenty of drugs for two
When we grow up wel be nutters
and our hammers will not be toys
And I wonder if wel remember when we were little yobbo boys
Long years had passed gang warfare came fast
Bravely they fought away
Gunshots roared out and in the mad crowd
wounded and dying lay
Up gos a shout the baseball bats come out
Everyones beaten black and blue
Jack fights his way to where Joe lay
Then came a voice he knew
Did you think I would leave you dying
When theres room in my ambulance for two
Crawl up here Joe well soon be flying
Did you say joe?Im all a tremble
Perhaps its the sirens noise
but I think its that I remember
when we were two little yobbo boys
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Two Little Yobs by Rolf Harris
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