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Updated on 28 July, 2012

Who's That Little Ole Boy?

There was a television lad who do the rock 'n' roll,
And on one Sunday morning once he took a country stroll;
As he walked along the street, bold and debonair,
All the local gals came out and this is what I hear:

Who’s that little old boy, Going along the road,
Who’s that little old boy? My Lor don't he look good;
I like his leather jerkin, I like his tartan tie
Who’s that titty totty little, Who’s that little old boy?

 

 

2.
I knew he weren’t no dumpling (Norfolk person)
By all the clothes he wore,
I don't know where he do come from
I haven't seen him before.
He wore a pair of trousers
They were so small and tight,
And all the girls that came along
They gurgled with delight.
Who’s that little old boy,
Going along the path,
Who’s that little old boy?
I'd like his photograph
In his leather jerkin,
In his tartan tie
Who’s that titty totty little,
Who’s that little old boy?

3.
Now on the way to chapel
With hymnals in their hands
There stood some dear old ladies
Boy, they could hardly stand.
Now when they see this happen
They lifted up their hats
And then they clean their glasses,
They say, now look at that!
Who's that little old boy?
Going along the way
Who's that little old boy?
I hear them mawthers say
I wish I was a young un
He'd be my pride and joy
Who’s that titty totty little,
Who’s that little old boy?

4.
Now when the boys they see him,
They take a different line,
They never saw no good My Lor
Mobbing all the time;
Now when he's in the distance,
He waves them all goodbye,
And then they start mobbing again
And this is what they cry:
Who’s that little old boy
Going down the hill?
Who's that little old boy
Now don't he make you ill?
Now if I weren’t no better,
I'd lay me down to die,
Who’s that titty totty little,
Who’s that little old boy?