My Brother

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Have you heard about the big strong man?
He lives in a caravan.
Have you heard about the Jeffrey Johnson fight?
Oh, Lord what a hell of a fight.
You can take all of the heavyweights you’ve got.
We’ve got a lad that can beat the bloody lot.
He used to ring bells in the belfry,
Now he’s gonna fight Jack Demspey.

That's my brother - Sylveste!
He's got a row of forty medals on his chest. - (Big chest!)
He's killed fifty men in the west; he takes no rest.
Bigga da man, - mighty strong -
Forty inches 'cross his chest. -
Hell's fire, son of a gun. - Don't push, - Don't shove, -
man, hells’ fire, don’t push, just shove, -
Plenty of room for you and me.
He’s got an arm like a leg - (a ladies’ leg!)
And a punch that would sink a battleship. - (BIG SHIP!)
It takes all of the Army and the Navy,
To put the wind up - Sylvest’.

Now, he thought he’d take a trip to Italy.
He thought he’d take a trip across the sea.
So he dived off the pier at old New York,
And swam like a man made of cork.
He saw the Lusitania in distress.
So he put the Lusitania on his chest. - (Big Chest)
Then he drank all the water in the sea,
And he walked all the way to Italy.

That's my brother - Sylveste!
He's got a row of forty medals on his chest. - (Big chest!)
He's killed fifty men in the west; he takes no rest.
Bigga da man, - mighty strong -
Forty inches 'cross his chest. -
Hell's fire, son of a gun. - Don't push, - Don't shove, -
man, hells’ fire, don’t push, just shove, -
Plenty of room for you and me.
He’s got an arm like a leg - (a ladies’ leg!)
And a punch that would sink a battleship. - (BIG SHIP!)
It takes all of the Army and the Navy,
To put the wind up - Sylvest’.

Then he took a little trip to Arabie,
Just to paddle in the old Red Sea
And he went to ev'ry harem that they'd got
And he made a better sheik than all the lot.
Well the girls were dressed in silky negligees
And Sylveste did what he could upon his knees,
And they all fell in love with who'd you think? - (Well Who)
That's my brother - Sylveste!

He's got a row of forty medals on his chest. - (Big chest!)
He's killed fifty men in the west; he takes no rest.
Bigga da man, - mighty strong -
Forty inches 'cross his chest. -
Hell's fire, son of a gun. - Don't push, - Don't shove, -
man, hells’ fire, don’t push, just shove, -
Plenty of room for you and me.
He’s got an arm like a leg - (a ladies’ leg!)
And a punch that would sink a battleship. - (BIG SHIP!)
It takes all of the Army and the Navy,
To put the wind up - Sylvest’.
My big brother, Sylveste.

He took a little stroll to old Japan.
They turned out the whole brass band.
You can take all of the instruments you’ve got,
We got a lad that can play the whole lot.
Now the old church bells they ring (Hells bells!)
An all the choirs do sing (Hells fire!)
For they've turned out to say farewell,
To my big brother - Sylveste’.
That's my brother - Sylveste!

He's got a row of forty medals on his chest. - (Big chest!)
He's killed fifty men in the west; he takes no rest.
Bigga da man, - mighty strong -
Forty inches 'cross his chest. -
Hell's fire, son of a gun. - Don't push, - Don't shove, -
man, hells’ fire, don’t push, just shove, -
Plenty of room for you and me.
He’s got an arm like a leg - (a ladies’ leg!)
And a punch that would sink a battleship. - (BIG SHIP!)
It takes all of the Army and the Navy,
To put the wind up - Sylvest’.
 
#2
Hi ex Booty, Caretaker in Girls School ?
I wonder if you know the proper version of
Nay Bod Son of Paybod.
I've heard it once in the mid 60's on a Buff Funnel I was on.
Or anyone who happens to be on this thred.
Cheers 2359o/d
 

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