So outside the bistro in Calais
With Clive he was getting real pally
He professed “Clive, Je t’adore”
“But tell me - do you snore?”
So outside the bistro in Calais
With Clive he was getting real pally
He professed “Clive, Je t’adore”
“But tell me - do you snore?”
“Maybe a little, but never at the ballet”
“Talking of dancing, are you good on the floor?”
“Talking of dancing, are you good on the floor?”
And Clive said folks always want an encore
Talking of dancing , are you good on the floor
And Clive said folks always want an encore
Well that’s good to know
Talking of dancing , are you good on the floor
And Clive said folks always want an encore
Well that’s good to know
Come, let’s try a tango
Talking of dancing,are you good on the floor
And Clive said folks always want an encore
Well that’s good to know
Come, let’s try a tango
Or else we could waltz out the door
So off to the chip shop the went
So off to the chip shop the went
But it was a long way away - in Gwent
So off to the chip shop the went
But it was a long way away - in Gwent
Luckily Clive had his own private jet
So off to the chip shop the went
But it was a long way away - in Gwent
Luckily Clive had his own private jet
An enormous asset
So off to the chip shop they went
But it was a long way down in Gwent
Clive had his own private jet
An enormous asset
He was Known as a very rich gent
Then Clive got a text from his bank
Then Clive got a text from his bank
He’d max’d his account, his heart sank
Then Clive got a text from his bank
He’d max’d his account, his heart sank
He’d gone into the red
Then Clive got a text from his bank
He’d max’d his account, his heart sank
He’s gone into the red
My wife will kill me, he said
Then Clive got a call from his bank
He’d max’d his account, his heart sank
He’s gone into the red
My wife will kill me, he said
I’ll get advice from my old pal Frank
But Frank hadn’t seen him in years
But Frank hadn’t seen him in years
And that last time he’d steadied his fears
But Frank hadn’t seen him in years
And that last time he’d steadied his fears
Now young Clive had changed
But Frank hadn’t seen him in years
And that last time he’d steadied his fears
Now young Clive had changed
He looked a bit deranged
But Frank hadn’t seen him in years
And that last time he’d steadied his fears
Now young Clive had changed
He looked a bit deranged
And Frank just burst into tears
Whatever’s the mater ,my friend
Whatever’s the mater ,my friend
My back hurts, and now I can’t bend
Whatever’s the matter ,my friend
My back hurts, and now I can’t bend
“Then better go see the quack”