The gardener was mowing the park
But it soon became far to dark
So he put on his lights
The gardener was mowing the park
But it soon became far too dark
So he put on his lights
And his much warmer tights
The gardener was mowing the park
But it soon became far too dark
So he put on his lights
And his much warmer tights
But then he heard a dog bark.
Then it latched its jaws on his bum
Then it latched its jaws onto his bum
You could hear him for miles yelling "MUUUUM!
Then it latched itās jaws onto his bum
You could hear him for miles yelling "MUUUUM!
So mum ran to help
Then it latched itās jaws onto his bum
You could hear him for miles yelling "MUUUUM!
So mum ran to help
Then the dog gave a yelp
Then it latched itās jaws onto his bum
You could hear him for miles yelling "MUUUUM!
So mum ran to help
Then the dog gave a yelp
And the gardenerās buttock went numb.
Down to the doctorās they sped
Down to the doctorās they sped
As the gardenerās arse bled
Down to the doctorās they sped
As the gardenerās arse bled
The dog wagged his tail
Down to the doctorās they sped
As the gardenerās arse bled
The dog wagged his tail
As he eyed-up a female
Down to the doctorās they sped
As the gardenerās arse bled
The dog wagged his tail
As he eyed-up a female
But by this time the gardener was dead.
At trial, the dog entered his plea
At trial, the dog entered his plea
āIt was dark, and I couldnāt seeā
At trial, the dog entered his plea
āIt was dark, and I couldnāt seeā
āSo why then did you bite him?ā
At trial, the dog entered his plea
āIt was dark, and I couldnāt seeā
āSo why then did you bite him?ā
āCos he kicked me on the shin.ā
At trial, the dog entered his plea
āIt was dark, and I couldnāt seeā
āSo why then did you bite him?ā
āCos he kicked me on the shin.ā
āSo I bit the bit nearest to meā
One night I was plighting my troth
One night I was plighting my troth
But my beer had far too much froth
One night I was plighting my troth
But my beer had far too much froth
It all stuck to my chin
One night I was plighting my troth
But my beer had far too much froth
It all stuck to my chin
So I couldnāt begin
One night I was plighting my troth
But my beer had far too much froth
It all stuck to my chin
So I couldnāt begin
To say āDarling, you look like a gothā.
The following day when I awoke
The following day when I awoke
I coughed, and started to choke