Not ‘arf as funny as you bloomin’ Yorkies, Judsy! 
Anyway, the time to worry is when even I don’t know what I mean.
We rug up horses here as well, dongles.
(Take no notice of that Judster man - he needs educating)
Now then, apologies everyone - where were we . . oh yes . .
As the knickers flew through the air
Some landed on a young man’s hair
Oh I see… Phew!.. 
As the knickers flew through the air
Some landed on a young man’s hair
As the knickers flew through the air
Some landed on a young man’s hair
He said ‘Pinks not my shade’
As the knickers flew through the air
Some landed on a young man’s hair
He said ‘Pinks not my shade’
I prefer them in jade
As the knickers flew through the air
Some landed on a young man’s hair
He said ‘Pinks not my shade’
I prefer them in jade
“Come pluck them off me if you dare!”
Her bottom bare as she entered the stage
Her bottom bare as she entered the stage
Not very wise for a woman her age
Her bottom bare as she entered the stage
Not very wise for a woman her age
She reclaimed her panties
Her bottom bare as she entered the stage
Not very wise for a woman her age
She reclaimed her panties
Whilst singing sea shanties
Her bottom bare as she entered the stage
Not very wise for a woman her age
She reclaimed her panties
Whilst singing sea shanties
And the manager even paid her a wage
There was a meek man from the Dales
There was a meek man from the Dales
Who unfortunately went off the rails
There was a meek man from the Dales
Who unfortunately went off the rails
He streaked through the streets
There was a meek man from the Dales
Who unfortunately went off the rails
He streaked through the streets
With a tray of cooked meats
There was a meek man from the Dales
Who unfortunately went off the rails
He streaked through the streets
With a tray of cooked meats
One sausage, two sweetbreads and quails!
A mother of three from Beaumaris
A mother of three from Beaumaris
Decided to move to Paris
A mother of three from Beaumaris
Decided to move to Paris
But the place was bloody awful
A mother of three from Beaumaris
Decided to move to Paris
But the place was bloody awful
So she’d soon had a skinful
A mother of three from Beaumaris
Decided to move to Paris
But the place was bloody awful
So she’d soon had a skinful
Then fell and sat on her 'arris.
Tis the warmest February ever
Tis the warmest February ever
And the bugs are thinking they’re clever