Born in a garden with a nose all flat and wide, They called him Pug Nose, yeah that nickname stuck with pride, Came down to woodus, found himself a decent plot, Now he's grafting hard whether it's cold or hot. Out on the allotment at the crack of dawn, Rooting round the potatoes and the juicy red toms, Wheelbarrow loaded, pushing with a grin so wide, Lady Muck and Lady Docker laughing at his side. [Bridge 1] He don't mind the pigeons or the pouring rain, Just a de de de da, humming through the strain, From scrappy lad with that distinctive face, To king of the veg run, earning his own place. [Chorus 1] Oh it's the life of a Pug Nose, the life of Riley, Home to May with a grin so smiley, Long day done, worker not a shirker, Pug Nose Riley, the allotment worker! Tat flat cap on his head, whistle looking fine, A de de de da, living the good life line. [Second Chorus] (bigger, fuller, with harmonies or ad-libs for the climax) Yeah it's the life of a Pug Nose, the life of Riley! Home to May with a grin so smiley, Long day done, worker not a shirker, Pug Nose Riley, the allotment worker! Tat flat cap on his head, whistle looking fine, A de de de daaa — living the good life, every time! (Ad-lib: Oi oi! Push that barrow, lad! De de deee! Home to May!)
