It's more the jolly references to stalking and the humorous approach to sexism and racism that dates GF's songs, than specifically the window cleaning or leaning on lamp posts etc. Nowadays if I waited on the corner for some girl to pass by so I could chase her affectionately down the road, I wouldn't expect to be applauded for singing about it.
The above was being blasted out by the speakers outside Greenwich's vile misogynistic chippie, "Jack the Chipper", one afternoon last week, which reminded me of my father telling me how my grandmother got quite cross with him when he played it on the gramophone in the back room behind the shop just after Dunkirk.
"Bloody fool! Are you trying to get us lynched!" is what she apparently said.
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