One Fing 'n' Anuvver

I got 'ome the uvver night
an' wot did I discover?
The law's bin around again
ter see me little bruvver
Big sister's bin an' got
in trouble wiv 'er luvver
I've 'ad a bleedin' nuff of it
wiv one fing n' anuvver

I shoulda listened to
me dear ol' muvver
she was a good ol gal
Gawd luv 'er
"Find a wife an' settle down"
she'd say but, bruvver!
You know 'ow it is
wot wiv one fing n' anuvver

I 'ad a wash & shave
an' I went round to Tommy Glover
To ask 'im if 'e fancied
a quick 'un down the Golden Plover
'E came to the door an' said
"Me missus might discover.
You know 'ow it is Chas
Wot wiv one fing n' anuvver

'E carries a can coz 'is old man
aint bovvered a damn
'E gets treated like a cowson* but
Let me tell you, squire
I might end up in the fire
If I ever get outa this band

I'd roll meself a fag
an' make an effort to recover
But I've lost me tin o' bacca
an' I can't afford anuvver
Now some moggies* in the yard
'ave started fightin' wiv each uvver
I've 'ad a bleedin' nuff of it
wiv one fing n' anuvver

* "Cowson" is a Cockney term of mild abuse. * "Moggies" = cats