Stars Over 45 Songtext
von Chas & Dave

We′re gonna take this opportunity
To sing you some old time songs
We've got a clap track on the off beat
And a bass drum on the on
Stars over 45
We′re gonna keep them songs alive
Those boys deserve some credit
Don't forget it
Hit it, hit it


I go Window cleaning to earn an honest Bob
For a nosey Parker, it's an interesting job
It′s a job that just suits me
A window cleaner you will be
If you could see what I could see
When I′m cleaning windows
In my profession I work hard, but I never stop
I climb this blinking ladder till I get right to the top
Honey mooning couples too
You should see them, Bill and coo
You'd be surprised at the things they do
When I′m cleaning windows

1,2,3,4
Get your bodies on the floor
5,6,7,8
Get out of it before Its too late
Here's a little tune I like myself
Very nice, very nice

Any old Iron, any old iron
Any Any Any Any old Iron
You look sweet, talk about a treat
You look dapper from your napper to your feet
You Dressed in style, brand new tile
With your father′s old green tie on
But I wouldn't give you a tuppence for your old watch back
Old iron, old iron


Run rabbit, run rabbit
Run run run
Don′t give the farmer his
Fun fun fun
He'll get by without his rabbit pie
So run rabbit, run rabbit
Run run run
Run rabbit, run rabbit
Run run run
Don't give the farmer his
Fun fun fun
Bang Bang Bang Bang
Goes the farmers gun
So run rabbit, run rabbit
Run run run

I know a fat old policeman
He′s always on the beat
That fat and jolly red faced man
He really is a treat
He′s too kind for a policeman
He's never known to frown
And everybody says he′s the happiest man in town
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
So if you chance to meet him
When walking round the town
Just shake him by his fat old hand
And give him half a crown
His eyes will beam and sparkle
And gurgle with delight
And then you'll start him laughing
Until he cracks his sides
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha

Oh my, what a rotten song
Oh, What a rotten song
Oh, what a rotten song
Oh my, what a rotten song
And what a rotten singer too

Run rabbit, run rabbit
Give him half a crown
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
Knees up mother brown
Bang Bang Bang Bang
Goes the farmers gun
Any old iron, any old iron
When I′m cleaning windows
Run rabbit, run rabbit
Give him half a crown
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
Knees up mother brown
Bang Bang Bang Bang
Goes the farmers gun
Any old iron, any old iron
When I'm cleaning windows
Run rabbit, run rabbit
Give it to the girl next door