Dad, please don't take me to Tommy Ball's
I want proper shoes this time
Not ones tied together with string at the back
And a plastic patent shine.
I want some my mates won't laugh at me in
Some Pumas or maybe Green Flash
Or some brogues with segs so I spark down the street
If you're skint I'll stump up some cash.
So please, Dad, don't take me to Tommy's
And get me some decent shoes.
I'll clean the car 'til Christmas
And go to bed after the news,
I'll even wash up after Sunday lunch
And then I'll clean my smalls
Just please Dad please Dad please Dad please
Don't take me to Tommy Ball's.