In olden days, them golden days,
when Shaky were just a pup,
as he walked the mean streets
just who should he meet,
but the guy next door called Dave.

Says Dave, to Bill, 'My you're lookin' very neat,
in your fine cocked hat an' hose,
has an uncle just died an' left you some dough,
or have you got a real job at last? '

'Why sirrah, by my breeks, you've got a damn cheek,
to aim such a snide question at me,
now, cos ahm a nice gent, I wont donk you on the conk,
an' leave your bloody honkin' hooter in ruins.

But between you an' me, an' these walls wi' no ears,
I'm wi' the dreamiest toff in creation,
so now I don't scrub or sew,
thems a nonny nonny no,
an' the name o' me fellah is Bacon.'