It's a Fine Life

Plummy and Slam! (It's Nancy!) Come on then, wake up boys! (It's Nancy!)
Oh, wake up boys, oh, wake up boys, the ladies are here
Ladies? Cor! 'Ark at him!
'Ere, we'll have less of that if you don't mind!
Where's the gin, Fagin?
Eh, all in moderation, my dear, all in moderation
Too much gin can be a dangerous thing for a pure, young girl
And what's wrong with a bit of danger then, Mr. Fagin? (Yes, Fagin)
Ah, you wouldn't deny us the only bit of excitement we have, would ya?

Small pleasures, small pleasures
Who would deny us these? (Not me)
Gin toddies, large measuress, no skimpin' if you please!
I rough it, I love it
Life is a game of chance
I never tire of it
Leading this merry dance
If you don't mind having to go without things
It's a fine life (it's a fine life)
Though it ain't all jolly old pleasure outings
It's a fine life (it's a fine life)

When you got someone to love
You forget your cares and strife
Let the prudes look down on us
Let the wide world frown on us
It's a fine, fine life

Who cares if straightlaces
Sneer us in the street?
Fine airs and fine graces
Don't have to sin to eat
We wander through London
Who knows what we may find?

There's pockets left undone
On many a behind
If you don't mind taking it as it turns out
It's a fine life! (it's a fine life!)
Keep the candle burning until it burns out
It's a fine life (it's a fine life!)

Though you sometimes do come by
The occasional black eye
You can always cover one
'Til he blacks the other one
Now you don't dare cry

No flounces, no feathers
No frills and furbelows
All winds and all weathers
Aren't good for fancy crowds

These trappings, these tatters these we can just afford
What future? What matters? We've got our bed and board
If you don't mind having to deal with Fagin

It's a fine life! (it's a fine life!)
Though diseased rats threaten to bring the plague in
It's a fine life! (it's a fine life!)
Though the grass is green and dense
On the right side of the fence
And we take good care of it
That we get our share of it
And we don't mean pence

If you don't mind having to like or lump it
It's a fine life (it's a fine life!)
Tho' there's no tea-supping and eating crumpet
It's a fine life! (it's a fine life!)

Not for me, the happy home
Happy husband, happy wife
Tho' it sometimes touches me
For the likes of such as me
Mine's a fine... Fine life...