Standing at the Corner of the Street

I'm a boy-scout...

When egg 'nd Smith ran second in the Derby last July,
I was standing at the corner of the street.
A fellow dressed in uniform could eas'ly see that I,
Was standing at the corner of the street.
He treated me and told me that the country wanted men,
In lifeguard's clothes, he said, 'I'd look a treat.'
He gave to me a shilling, and I signed my name and then,
I was standing at the corner of the street.

And for standing at the corner of the street,
They dressed me up with spurs upon me feet,
They put me on a horse's back, to teach me how to ride,
When I fell off, the riding master came to me and cried,
'However did you come to be a soldier,' I replied,
'I was standing at the corner of the street.'

(Cough)(Cough)(Cough)
Bronchitis...
I'm tight tonight on't chest...
I could do with a strengthening bottle...

Now once when I was quite a lad, instead of goin' t'school,
I was standing at the corner of the street.
I landed there at ten o'clock, I'd made it quite a rule,
To be standing at the corner of the street.

The teacher came and caught me, I fair trembled at the knees,
'You're late again,' then kicked me with his feet.
Said he, 'tell me the reason why,' so I said, 'if you please,
I was standing at the corner of the street.'

And for standing at the corner of the street,
'In store for you,' he said, 'I've got a treat,'
Then he laid me on a form and with his cane he gave a frown,
He put some upon my pants, they were pink, red, white, and brown,
And after that, for many a day, instead of sitting down,
I was standing at the corner of the street.

Well, good night all, and God bless you.
Get in lads, give me a chord off...