"Mean Mr. Mustard" lyrics

"Mean Mr. Mustard"

Mean Mister Mustard sleeps in the park
Shaves in the dark trying to save paper
Sleeps in a hole in the road
Saving up to buy some clothes
Keeps a ten-bob note up his nose
Such a mean old man
Such a mean old man

His sister Pam works in a shop
She never stops, she's a go-getter
Takes him out to look at the queen
Only place that he's ever been
Always shouts out something obscene
Such a dirty old man
Dirty old man


Writer(s): Paul McCartney, John Lennon
Although John Lennon wrote most of this song, he said that it was "finished bits of crap" that he composed in India at the Maharishi's meditation camp in 1967 or 1968.
The idea of the song came from a newspaper's story about a stingy man whose cash money was hidden so well that not only no one could find it, but also he himself couldn't spend it. Lennon explained, "I'd read somewhere in the newspaper about this mean guy who hid five-pound notes, not up his nose but somewhere else."
An early version of the song had Mustard's sister name as "Shirley" but it was changed to "Pam" eventually to make a connection with the next album's song "Polythene Pam". That version is included in the "Anthology 3" album.
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