There is a house in Bethnal Green
And it's got rising damp
It's been the ruin of many a poor buyer
And I would rather camp

There's mildew on the curtains
The toilet looks obscene
You can even wring the brickwork out
Down in Bethnal Green

The plaster peels, the carpet rots
And damp-course is there none
And when it rains, up from the drains
Raw sewage it will come

So agents, tell your purchaser's
It splashes when you stamp
They'll spend their lives wet and watery
In the house with the rising damp

Well I've got one foot on the platform
The other's already wet
I'm getting out of Bethnal Green
As fast as I can get

There is a house in Bethnal Green
And it's got rising damp
It's been the ruin of many a poor buyer
And I shall now decamp