My turn to start another
Are you sure? Best ask your mother
So Judd wrote his line
My turn to start another
Are you sure? Best ask your mother
So Judd wrote his line
Ma said itâs fine
My turn to start another
Are you sure? Best ask your mother
So Judd wrote his line
Ma said itâs fine
But she couldnât really tell one from the other.
Out in the garden, mowing the lawn
Out in the garden, mowing the lawn
My neighbour asked " Why do it at dawn?"
Out in the garden, mowing the lawn
My neighbour asked âWhy do it at dawn?â
âBecause I donât like you!â
Out in the garden, mowing the lawn
My neighbour asked âWhy do it at dawn?â
âBecause I donât like you!â
âYou belong in a zooâ
Out in the garden, mowing the lawn
My neighbour asked âWhy do it at dawn?â
âBecause I donât like you!â
âYou belong in a zooâ
âWell itâs your mower thatâs making me yawn!â
In the park I observed a nice boy
In the park I observed a nice boy
Playing with a rather odd toy
In the park I observed a nice boy
Playing with a rather odd toy
I asked what it was
In the park I observed a nice boy
Playing with a rather odd toy
I asked what it was
But he ate it because
In the park I observed a nice boy
Playing with a rather odd toy
I asked what it was
But he ate it because
He was frightened it could annoy!
Wearing my mask the other day
Wearing my mask the other day
I thought. there must be an easier way
Wearing my mask the other day
I thought. there must be an easier way
To rob a bank of itâs cash
Wearing my mask the other day
I thought. there must be an easier way
To rob a bank of itâs cash
And be gone in a flash
Wearing my mask the other day
I thought. there must be an easier way
To rob a bank of itâs cash
And be gone in a flash
So Iâll think it through, and try it today.
Into Natwest I strolled, stocking on head
Into Natwest I strolled, stocking on head
And cosh made of lead
Into Natwest I strolled, stocking on head
And cosh made of lead
But they tripped the alarm
Into Natwest I strolled, stocking on head
And cosh made of lead
But they tripped the alarm
And sent a Gendarme
Into Natwest I strolled, stocking on head
And cosh made of lead
But they tripped the alarm
And sent a Gendarme
So me seeing sense just fled.
âThat didnât go well, I need a new planâ
âThat didnât go well, I need a new planâ
So I dressed like the King of Bhutan