Anyone remember this one (sung by my naughty uncle to us, so perhaps he made it up himself)
The Corporation muck cart was full up to the brim,
The Corporation driver fell in and could not swim.
He sank right to the bottom, just like a little stone,
And you could hear him whistling, "There's no place like home"
The other he sang, I know existed in other families:
You can't put your muck in our dustbin, our dustbin, our dustbin,
You can't put your muck in our dustbin, our dustbin's full.
There's rats in, there' s cats in't, there's me faitiher's auld spats in't
So ye can't put your muck in our dustbin, our dustbin's full.