You're not Bridget Bardot, I'm not Jack Palance. I'm not Shirley Temple by any circumstance, Or Fred Astaire You're not Sidney Taffler, I'm not Dirk
Noel Coward was a charmer As a writer he was Brahma Velvet, jackets and pajamas Had a gay divorce and other dramas There ain't half been some clever
In the deserts of Sudan And the gardens of Japan From Milan to Yucatan Every woman, every man Hit me with your rhythm stick Hit me, hit me Je t'adore
I could be the driver in an articulated lorry I could be a poet, I wouldn't need to worry I could be the teacher in a classroom full of scholars I could
I?m and Irish cripple, a Scottish jew I?m the blackmail man A raspberry ripple, a buckle-my-shoe I?m the blackmail man I?m a dead fish coon, a pikey Greek
good evening i'm from Essex in case you couldn't tell my given name is Dickie, I come from Billericay and I'm doing very well had a love affair with
Our Father Who art in Hendon Harrow Road be thy name Thy Kingston come Thy Wimbledon In Erith as it is in Hendon Give us this day our Berkhampstead And
Share a good occasion Hold the darkness in Bear away abrasion Free from broken skin No pride is here to steer you Wounds that never heal So close and
There are jewels in the crown of England's glory And every jewel shines a thousand ways Frankie Howerd, Noel Coward and garden gnomes Frankie Vaughan
in the deserts of Sudan and the gardens of Japan from Milan to Yucatan every woman, every man hit me with your rhythm stick hit me, hit me je t'adore
Just cos I ain't never 'ad, no, nothing worth having Never ever, never ever You ain't got no call not to think I wouldn't fall Into thinking that I ain
at all about Blockheads? Why should you care what they do? Cos after all is said and done You're a Blockhead too Blockheads Blockheads Blockheads...
Partial to your abracadabra Enraptured by the joy of it all So stop me where you start The cockles of his heart The panties sends it right up the wall
In the mirror, when I'm debonair My reactions are my own affair A body likes to be near the bone Oh Nancy, Leslie, Jack and Joan I die when I'm alone,
If I was with a woman she'd wonder what was happening Little things would slowly go askew If I was with a woman I'd make her quite unhappy a?Specially
I took out all the seats and away I went It's a right old banger and the chassis's bent It's got a great big peace sign across the back And most of the
arseholes, bastards fucking cunts and pricks aerosole, the bricks a lawless brat from a council flat oh, oh a little bit of this and a little bit of
My old man wore three piece whistles He was never home for long Drove a bus for London Transport He knew where he belonged Number 18 down to Euston Double