My Old Man

When our kids were growing up their Dad sang to them a variety of songs, some from his father.

He used to sing

“My old man’s a salesman

Whaddya you think about that?

He wears a salesmans raincoat, he wears a salesman’s hat;

He wears a salesman’s collar, he wears a salesman’s shoes;

And every Saturday evening he reads the salesman’s news,

And someday, if I can, I’m going to be salesman

Just like my old man.”

It was a zipper song and my old man became a banker, tinker, tailor, beggarman, and of course computer programmer in succession.

Well I was hunting for the words for the blog that will follow this and I found the Dustman song.

Just for you, Magpie.

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