Pardon Songtext
von Ian Dury & the Blockheads

New digs and prospects of a job
New digs and prospects
Have I been of interest up till now?
Breath and armpits meet
For Christ′s sake please stay sweet
An ever present threat
Of hands that want to sweat
My head aches and I'm bursting for a piss
Why should I subject myself to this?
Pardon? (sort of) Oh
Pardon? (you know) Oh
Pardon? (um) Oh
Pardon? (er) Oh
My dream′s could come true
If I make the right impression
Hope it looks okay
I had it done today
Was that me who laughed?
Oh God, I feel so daft
Think I've got a new one on my nose


Don't I look eleven in these clothes?
Pardon? (sort of) Oh
Pardon? (you know) Oh
Pardon? (um) Oh
Pardon? (er) Oh
If these smells belong to me
Must not lap or crawl
Dear dandruff do not fall
My stomach heaving chap
Make me a proper prat
My head aches and I need to be excused
Tell the truth you don′t seem too amused
Pardon? (sort of) Oh
Pardon? (you know) Oh
Pardon? (um) Oh
Pardon? (er) Oh
Pardon? (sort of) Oh
Pardon? (you know) Oh
Pardon? (um) Oh
Pardon? (er) Oh
Pardon? (sort of) Oh
Pardon? (you know) Oh
Pardon? (um) Oh
Pardon? (er) Oh