Текст Ian Dury – Tell Your Daddy

Your daddy took one look at me and said
«There goes Mr Evil with a bad hat on his head
He must be delinquent he wears such wicked clothes
Those shabby suits and big brown boots, there’s danger in his pose

I know your daddy
Says I’m a baddy
‘Cos I won’t do what I’m told
But Jenny Dancer
You know the answer
I’ve shown you a heart of gold

Your daddy never listens to a word
«I can see he’s bad now, daughter, don’t be so absurd
He’s got no finer feelings, he’s the singer in a band
He’s cold and hard with no regard — why can’t you understand?
I know his type — a guttersnipe, he dresses like a thief
Devote yourself to him, my girl, things will come to grief»

I know your daddy
Says I’m a baddy
‘Cos I’m wild and fancy free
But Jenny Dancer
You know the answer
You have seen the good in me

So tell your daddy
I’m not a baddy
Tell him just to wait and see
And Jenny Dancer
My sweet romancer
You can run away with me

(Run away, run away, run away)