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3:07
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1982
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Lyrics By:
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Grahame Lister
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| Reviews: |
| Definitely a great single by The Firm! The posh version is even better thanks to how COCKNEY it is! (Cyoar!) | - CheesyPeezy |
| Facts: |
| "CASH IN HAND was the follow-up to ARTHUR DALEY in 1982, but we were too long getting it out after much debating. The BBC also refused to play it objecting to the phrase 'same ol' BLEEDIN' aggravation' as offensive! The version on Serious Fun is better because of the character voices, but Tony Thorpe (The Rubettes) who sang lead always reckoned the song was a bit too 'clever'." -Grahame Lister (CheesyPeezy) |
| The version featured in Serious Fun was remixed to have a posh-sounding voice to it. Characters like Alfie and the judge were also given new voices to give it that cockney feeling. (CheesyPeezy) |
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| Song Lyrics: |
[Verse 1]
Down the breaker's, times are slack.
I clocked this motor, it was black.
An undertaker's wagon slightly damaged in the back!
*CRASH, BANG!*
A rust spot here and there, so wot?
It looked a runner, rust or not.
So I collared Alf, and said,
"Ere, Alf! What's the SP mate, on... That lot?"
"Now," says Alf,
"you're talking bread, Bet a ton to you, Ron." Alfie said
"Don't come it, Alf!" I told 'im straight
"A pony, and that's the limit, mate!"
Well he gets me drift, we done the deal,
and out come me credit cards!
"You must be joking, Ron," said Alf.
"Comin' at one in my yard!"
(Not very flexible 'ere Alf, know what I mean?)
[Chorus]
Cash in hand!
(Money money money money)
Pocket money!
Make it readies in the bin.
Those Crispies,
Ackers,
Soys and Smackers,
They put your face about!
Those gregory pecks and flexies at us...
Dodgy, Leave it out!
If you're not 'oldin' foldin' son,
you won't get a look in... (Make it)
Cash in hand, mate!
Readies in the-
Pocket!
Got it? (Beep beep, beep beep!)
[Verse 2]
So I pays the man, drives 'round me drum,
picks up the lads, and Doreen come.
"Like the motor?"
"Oho love it, Ron!"
"Looks like the Batmobile gone wrong!"
("Hahahahahah!")
"You can laugh," I said,
"but listen, put back all the bits that's missin'
borrow it out as a limo, see? It's an earner, lads
stand on me!"
"Nice one, Ron, but about our wages..."
"Yeah, we ain't seen bunch in ages!"
"I'm boracssic, lads, but with my plan..."
"Got it, we want CASH IN HAND!"
So down the pub I went and flogged the motor bargain rate.
to some right woolly, sight unseen, as a luxury estate!
(Well technically it is an estate, I mean you can stretch right out the-)
[Chorus]
Cash in hand!
(Money money money money)
Pocket money!
Make it readies in the bin.
Those Crispies,
Ackers,
Soys and Smackers,
They put your face about!
Those gregory pecks and flexies at us...
Dodgy, Leave it out!
If you're not 'oldin' foldin' son,
then you won't get a look in... (Make it)
Cash in hand, mate!
Readies in the bin.
[Verse 3]
So I carved up the loot amongst the lads.
One for you, thirty for me, know what I mean?
And what with one thing and another
I forgot all about the Stiffmobile,
then it turns up!
Impounded by St. Eight Stone Four
It's painted pink and stashed with loot
and the Old Bill's at my door!
*Knock, Knock!*
"Accompany me, sir, to the station."
Same old bleedin' aggravation...
"Wise up, son, don't lose your rag.
Now bout' these wheels, and this here blag..."
"I'm saying nuffink, guv, alright?
I want my brief, I know my rights."
Down come Banners. Didn't help alot, Said:
"Sticky wicket, old boy, wot?"
So I'm up one down Mackney Dock,
no M.O.T. was all they got.
Old Banners sobered up and plead:
"M'Lud, the boy's misunderstood!" he said.
"Guilty!"
Beak says,
"100 quid!"
So Banners makes his final bid!
"M'lud, financially the boy's a wreck,
wouldn't the court mind if we, um, uh paid by, uh, check?"
[Gasp!]
[Chorus]
Cash in hand!
(Money money money money)
Pocket money!
Make it readies in the bin.
Those Crispies,
Ackers,
Soys and Smackers,
They put your face about!
Those gregory pecks and flexies at us...
Dodgy, Leave it out!
If you're not 'oldin' foldin' son,
you won't get a look in!
If you're not 'oldin' foldin' son,
you won't get a foot in!
If you're not 'oldin' foldin' son,
you won't get a look in... (Dom, dom, make it)
Cash in hand, mate!
Readies in the bin. (CheesyPeezy) |
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