calling cards lyrics

A sorting office in the Old Kent Road
Caters from coast to most
A nice little number if you're out of work
And aren't the sort to boast

You're in need of a job, bob-a-job, rob-a-job
I'm your man to see
I'll sit I'll listen I'll not say a word
The less said would be best for we

Ooh, what a firm of naughty boys
Ooh, I've been a naughty boy

We don't want to mark each other's card
Except the one you need
I need you and your returns to help
Build my company

My twins work Brighton on a sunny day
They cover town with the shake of a hand
On a high come back 'cause of no come back
Now they're working in the promised land

Ooh, what a pair of naughty boys
Ooh, I've been a naughty boy

The Allied Irish, The Cyprus Bank
India Bank, The Bank of Turkey
United Bank, The People's Bank
To catch the worm you got to be up early

Temporarily out of bounds had to move the office
Clear out of town
For every problem there's a solution
And I can do without constitution

Dealing cards from the Old Kent Road
I've been checked up on my heavy load
You can go but be back soon
I'll have some work for you to groom

Ooh, what a lot of naughty boys
Ooh, I've been a naughty boy

Trustees Bank, Barclay's Bank
The Nat West Bank, The Midland Bank
The Bank Of Scotland, Williams and Glyn's
Bureau de Change, The People's Bank

Ooh, what a lot of naughty boys
Ooh, what a pair of naughty boys

Ooh, what a firm of naughty boys
Ooh, I've been a naughty boy