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Childs football rhyme help

A ditty from my childhood popped in to my head from nowhere the other day but I cannot for the life of me remember the start, can any lifers help, it is driving me nuts?

Problem is though, this could be a made up song between mates from my school days at St Thomas a Beckett in the late 60´s and has never been heard outside of that playground. I am hoping it was known in wider circles!

To the tune of my old mans a dustman, this is where I remember the song from, does anyone know how it starts off?

Fatty passed to skinny, skinny passed it back
Fatty took a rotten shot and knocked the goalie flat
Where was the goalie when the ball was in the net
Flying to Australia on a supersonic jet

Here's hoping! 

Comments

  • Was that before or after they went up in a rocket?
  • My Old Man's a Dustman (Variation)

     
    O, my old man's a dustman
    He wears a dustman's hat
    He bought two thousand tickets
    To see a football match
    
    Oh, Fatty passed to Skinny
    And Skinny passed it back
    Fatty took a rotten shot
    And knocked the goalie flat, OOH!
    
    Where was the goalie
    When the ball went in the net?
    Halfway up the goalpost
    With his trousers round his neck, singing
    
    Oompah, oompah
    Stick it up you jumper
    Rule Britannia, marmalde and jam
    We threw sausages at our old man
    
    They put him on a stetcher
    They put him on a bed
    They rubbed his belly
    With a five pound jelly
    But the poor old soul was dead
    

  • They don’t make em like that anymore 🤓
  • iaitch said:

    My Old Man's a Dustman (Variation)

     
    O, my old man's a dustman
    He wears a dustman's hat
    He bought two thousand tickets
    To see a football match
    
    Oh, Fatty passed to Skinny
    And Skinny passed it back
    Fatty took a rotten shot
    And knocked the goalie flat, OOH!
    
    Where was the goalie
    When the ball went in the net?
    Halfway up the goalpost
    With his trousers round his neck, singing
    
    Oompah, oompah
    Stick it up you jumper
    Rule Britannia, marmalde and jam
    We threw sausages at our old man
    
    They put him on a stetcher
    They put him on a bed
    They rubbed his belly
    With a five pound jelly
    But the poor old soul was dead
    

    Cheers for that @iaitch
    As soon as I read your post I remembered it with those words, us kids obviously tinkered with the original!
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