I once bought a car second hand
All shiny and looked rather grand
Till it got it’s first scratch
With no paint to match
So I buffed it myself with some sand.
Give us a starter EZ. 
Give us a starter EZ. 
Else we’ll go into the red
That line was meant to give EZ a nudge @ruthio but if it works what the heck 
Give us a starter EZ
Else we’ll go into the red
With nowt in the bank
Give us a starter EZ
Else we’ll go into the red
With nowt in the bank
We’ll have no-one to thank
Give us a starter EZ
Else we’ll go into the red
With nowt in the bank
We’ll have no-one to thank
C’est la vie as someone once said.
The postman just knocked on the door
The postman just knocked on the door
When I opened it there was a roar (I realised that Tezza, just having fun!)
The postman just knocked on the door
When I opened it there was a roar
‘‘Twas blowing a gale
The postman just knocked on the door
When I opened it there was a roar
‘‘Twas blowing a gale
From his hands, my letter did sail
The postman just knocked on the door
When I opened it there was a roar
‘‘Twas blowing a gale
From his hands, my letter did sail
And found a mile away on the floor.
They’re forecasting fog in the morn
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They’re forecasting fog in the morn
What a good thing I’ve got a fog horn!
They’re forecasting fog in the morn
What a good thing I’ve got a fog horn!
It’s going to be murky
They’re forecasting fog in the morn
What a good thing I’ve got a fog horn!
It’s going to be murky
So doubt I’ll feel perky
They’re forecasting fog in the morn
What a good thing I’ve got a fog horn!
It’s going to be murky
So doubt I’ll feel perky
And that damp spoils the look of my lawn.
There’s no sign of fog way down south
There’s no sign of fog way down south
So no reason to be down in the mouth
There’s no sign of fog way down south
So no reason to be down in the mouth
A bit murky ooop North
There’s no sign of fog way down south
So no reason to be down in the mouth
A bit murky ooop North
But you must still sally forth
There’s no sign of fog way down south
So no reason to be down in the mouth
A bit murky ooop North
But you must still sally forth
As you go on your visit to Louth
On the Irish Sea ferry
On the Irish Sea ferry
There are no loos, just a gerry