Bonfire night could be off so it seems
So I’ll console myself with some custard creams
And some Yorkshire Parkin and a jacket spud
And stay indoors, out of the mud
Bonfire night could be off so it seems
So I’ll console myself with some custard creams
And some Yorkshire Parkin and a jacket spud
And stay indoors, out of the mud
And sit here quietly with my dreams.
There was an old man from Fleet
There was an old man from Fleet
Who decided to give up eating meat
There was an old man from Fleet
Who decided to give up eating meat
But before long he knew
There was an old man from Fleet
Who decided to give up eating meat
But before long he knew
He would really fancy a stew
There was an old man from Fleet
Who decided to give up eating meat
But before long he knew
He would really fancy a stew
So giving up going veggie would really be a treat.
The dogs were on the sofa, one each end
The dogs were on the sofa, one each end
Their muddy paw prints drove me round the bend
The dogs were on the sofa, one each end
Their muddy paw prints drove me round the bend
There’s no room for me
The dogs were on the sofa, one each end
Their muddy paw prints drove me round the bend
There’s no room for me
Then it’s on the floor for thee
The dogs were on the sofa, one each end
Their muddy paw prints drove me round the bend
There’s no room for me
Then it’s on the floor for thee
Yeah, on that you can depend!
There once was a Vicar from Ealing
There was once a vicar from Ealing
Saw a wasp buzzing round on his ceiling
There was once a vicar from Ealing
Saw a wasp buzzing round on his ceiling
So he got out his swat
There was once a vicar from Ealing
Saw a wasp buzzing round on his ceiling
So he got out his swat
The wasp said “No you’re not!”
There was once a vicar from Ealing
Saw a wasp buzzing round on his ceiling
So he got out his swat
The wasp said “No you’re not!”
You don’t know with who you are dealing
The vicar went down on his knees
The vicar went down on his knees
And prayed “Let me get that wasp, please”
The vicar went down on his knees
And prayed “Let me get that wasp, please”
Then a voice from above said
The vicar went down on his knees
And prayed “Let me get that wasp, please”
Then a voice from above said
“Perish those thoughts in your head”
The vicar went down on his knees
And prayed “Let me get that wasp, please”
Then a voice from above said
“Perish those thoughts in your head”
“Or I’ll send in a squadron of fleas”
“Did I hear voices” said the boy from the choir
“Did I hear voices” said the boy from the choir
As he warmed himself next to the fire
“Did I hear voices?” said the boy from the choir
As he warmed himself next to the fire
It was just the church mouse