Paddy Roberts – The Ballad Of Bethnal Green Ukulele Chords

I tell the tale of a jealous male and a maid of
Sweet sixteen,
She was blonde and dumb and she lived with her mum
On the fringe of Bethnal Green.
She worked all week for a rich old Greek
For her dad was on the dole,
And her one delight was a Friday night
When she had a little rock and roll.

To my ritfallal, to my titty fal lal,
To my itty bitty fal dal day.

Then one fine day in the month of May
she found her Big romance.
He was dark and sleek with a scar on his cheek
and a pair of drainpipe pants.
And she thought, “With you, I could be so true through all the years to come.”
For she loved the gay abandoned way
He chewed his chewing gum.

To my ritfallal, to my titty fal lal,
To my itty bitty fal dal day.

It started well because he fell for all her girlish charms
But he had some doubt when he caught her out
In someone else’s arms.
He said, “Look here, you know, my dear, this is going a bit too far.”
Then he went quite white and he sloshed her right
In the middle of her chachacha.

He went before a man of the law who said, “This will not do!
I’ve had enough of the sort of stuff I get from
The likes of you!”
And was she peeved when he received a longish term in clink?
In a fit of pique, she married the Greek
and now she’s dressed in mink!

To my ritfallal, to my titty fal lal, to my itty bitty fal dal day.