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Hey Malco,
Try this for a laugh, imagine a bunch of nurses picking up ukeleles, strumming
and in George Formby style, singing


Now Mr. Blairs a laundry man in his shop at number ten.
Hell iron all day your linen away, and then hell do it all again.
But hes lost the plot, hes bothered and hot plus his laundrys all gone wrong.
In hospitals and clinics, the staff all sing this song
Oh Mr. Blair, why should you care
Weve got those kinda filthy, unhygenic Blues.


This funny feeling keeps a round me stealing
As cockroaches all crawl across our ceiling.
The sheets are brown, the eiderdown is jumping up with fleas.
And patients say Ill stay away Ive got enough disease
Oh Mr. Blair, why should you care
Weve got those kinda filthy, unhygenic Blues


Now hospitals are places where the people do their best
But Mr Blairs still got the sheets, hes ironing in his vest
The patients say oh dont they smell its time to have them changed
But like chairs on the Titanic, he says lets just re arrange.
Oh Mr. Blair, why should you care
Weve got those kinda filthy, unhygenic Blues


When I was young the National Health was something to behold
The sheets were starched, the bedpans shone, the floors all looked like gold
But we cant afford the cleaners now Its all looking really old
Oh Mr. Blair, why should you care
Weve got those kinda filthy, unhygenic Blues
Oh Mr. Blair, why should you care
Weve got those kinda filthy, unhygenic Blues
repeat to fade
Turned out nice intit
Cheers



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