Перевод песни Peter Sellers – Any Old Iron

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Any old iron? Any old iron?
Any, any, any old iron?
You look neat. Talk about a treat!
You look so dapper from your napper to your feet
Dressed in style, brand-new tile
And your father's old green tie on But I wouldn't give you tuppence for your old watch and chain
Old iron, old iron!"
Just a week or two ago my dear old Uncle Bill
He went and kicked the bucket and he left me in his will
So I went around the road to see my Auntie Jane
She said: «Your Uncle Bill has left you a watch and chain!»
So I put it on right across my derby kell
The sun was shining on it and it made me look a swell
I went out, strolling round about
A crowd of kiddies followed me and they began to shout:
«Any old iron? Any old iron?
Any, any, any old iron?
You look neat. Talk about a treat!
You look so dapper from your napper to your feet
Dressed in style, brand-new tile
And your father's old green tie on But I wouldn't give you tuppence for your old watch and chain
Old iron, old iron!»
I won't forget the day I went to London on the spree
I saw the mayor of London there. That's who I went to see
He came along in a carriage and a pair
I shouted: «Come on, boys! All throw your hats up in the air!»
Just then the mayor, he began to smile
Pointed to my face and said: «Lor Lummy, what a dial!»
Started Lord-a-mayoring, and then to my dismay
He pointed to my watch and chain and shouted to me: «Hey
Any old iron? Any old iron?
Any, any, any old iron?
You look neat. Talk about a treat!
You look so dapper from your napper to your feet
Dressed in style, brand-new tile
And your father's old green tie on But I wouldn't give you tuppence for your old watch and chain
Old iron, old iron!"
I shan't forget the day I married Miss Elisa Brown
The way the people laughed at me, it made me feel a clown
I arrived in a carriage called a hack
When I suddenly discovered I'd my trousers front to back
So I walked down the aisle, dressed in style
The vicar took a look at me and then began to smile
The organ started playing. The bells began to ring
The people started laughing and the choir began to sing:
«Any old iron? Any old iron?
Any, any, any old iron?
You look neat. Talk about a treat!
You look so dapper from your napper to your feet
Dressed in style, brand-new tile
And your father's old green tie on But I wouldn't give you tuppence for your old watch and chain
Old iron, old iron!»