Mr Brown Lyrics

Don't wipe your arse on the towel Mr Brown

The landlady's got her eye on you

You went down the beach

You didn't wipe your feet

You left sand in the bathroom

Then half a crate of brown

And your trousers falling down

Before you've even reached the living room

So Don't wipe your arse on the towel Mr Brown

The landlady's got her eye on you

Then off you pop to town

Selling Ice creams to the crowd

But something, it's a gnawing at your soul

Did you lock the room?

And then it comes in view

You left something floating in the bowl

And running 'cross the town

With your trousers falling down

Her face and your disgrace slip into view

So Don't wipe your arse on the towel Mr Brown

The landlady's got her eye on you

You snatch a cheeky fag, out the back Mr Brown

As the landlady's cleaning up the plates

You take your last puff

And then you stub your butt

Hurriedly you drop it in the grate

Then half a crate of brown

In your open dressing gown

You see her standing, open the bathroom

So Don't wipe your arse on the towel Mr Brown

The landlady's got her eye on you

Oh yes the landlady's got her eye on you

Oh yes the landlady's got her eye on you