Billericay Dickie

Bb F F7 Had a love affair with Nina, in the back of my Cor-tina, Eb F Bb Bb7 A seasoned up hyena, could not be more ob-scene-a. Dm G G7 She took me to the cleaners, and other misde-meanours, Dm F F7 But I got right up between her, Rum and her Ri-bena. C7 Dm Dm/maj Dm7 Dm/maj G G7 Oh, you ask Joyce and Vicky, if candy-floss is sticky, Dm Dm/maj Dm7 Dm/maj I'm not a blinking thicky, I'm Billericay Dickie, C7 F F7 And I'm doin', very well.

Verse 2

Bb F F7 I bought a lot of brandy, when I was courting Sandy, Eb F Bb Bb7 Took eight to make her randy, and all I had was shandy. Dm G G7 A-nother thing with Sandy, what often came in handy, Dm F Was passing her a 'Mandy'; she didn't half go bandy.

Chorus 2

C7 Dm Dm/maj Dm7 Dm/maj G G7 So, you ask Joyce and Vicky, if I ever took the mickey. Dm Dm/maj Dm7 Dm/maj I'm not a flipping thicky, I'm Billericay Dickie, C7 F F7 And I'm doin', very well.

Verse 3

Bb F F7 I'd rendezvous with Janet, quite near the Isle of Thanet, Eb F Bb Bb7 She looked more like a gannet; she wasn't half a prannet. Dm G G7 Her mother tried to ban it; her father helped me plan it, Dm F And when I captured Janet; she bruised her pome-granate.

Chorus 3

C7 Dm Dm/maj Dm7 Dm/maj G G7 Oh, you ask Joyce and Vicki, if I ever shaped up tricky, Dm Dm/maj Dm7 Dm/maj I'm not a blooming thicky; I'm Billericay Dickie, C7 F F7 And I'm doin', very well.

Bridge 1

Bb7 You should never, hold a candle, if you don't know where it's been. C7 F F7 The jackpot, is in the handle, on a normal fruit ma-chine. Chorus 4: C7 Dm Dm/maj Dm7 Dm/maj G G7 So, you ask Joyce and Vicki, who's their favourite brickie. Dm Dm/maj Dm7 Dm/maj I'm not a common thicky, I'm Billericay Dickie, C7 F F7 And I'm doin', very well. Chorus 4: Dm Dm/maj Dm7 Dm/maj I know a lovely old toe-rag, o-bliging and no-blesse, G G7 Kindly, charming shag, from Shoeburyness. Dm Dm/maj Dm7 Dm/maj My given name is Dickie, I come from Billericay, C7 F F7 And I'm doin', very well. Chorus 5: C7 Dm Dm/maj Dm7 Dm/maj G G7 So, you ask Joyce and Vicki; a pair of squeaky chickies. Dm Dm/maj Dm7 Dm/maj I'm not a flaming thicky, I'm Billericay Dickie, C7 F F7 I thought, you'd never guess. Chorus 6: C7 Dm Dm/maj Dm7 Dm/maj Oh golly, oh gosh; come and lie on the couch, G G7 With a nice bit of posh, from Burnham-on-Crouch. Dm Dm/maj Dm7 Dm/maj My given name is Dickie; I come from Bille-ricay, C7 F F7 And I ain't, a slouch. Chorus 7: C7 Dm Dm/maj Dm7 Dm/maj G G7 So you ask Joyce and Vicki, about Billericay Dickie. Dm Dm/maj Dm7 Dm/maj I ain't an effin' thicky; you ask Joyce and Vicki; C7 F F7 I'm doing, very well.