When we were back
In
smoggy Bermondsey
And
all the money was spent
We
looked back fondly
On
our September holiday
Picking
hops in Kent
When we were back
In
smoggy Bermondsey
And
all the money was spent
We
looked back fondly
On
our September holiday
Picking
hops in Kent
Are you wearing just a smile?
Beneath
your uniform all the while
Though
outwardly well uniformed
You
stand there unadorned
Beneath
your starchy exterior
You
are naked front and rear
Nurse,
nurse check my breeches
I’m
about to pop my stitches
Vesuvius is what
We
called my sister Grace
It
was because of all the
Eruptions
on her face
This life can really be an awful bitch
Which
is why I would rather be rich
There
are Some people who get so rich
People
who find themselves so wealthy
That
they lose all respect for humanity
The Teacher asks one of the class clowns
"Can you give me three collective nouns?"
Tommy replies in keeping with his demeanour
"Flypaper,
wastebasket, and vacuum cleaner"
You never really learn
To
swear or cuss
Until
you learn to drive
I have often read about
Many
women complaining
About
that strange
Premenstrual
Syndrome thing
Not
my wife though
Not
that I’ve heard anyway
It’s
the only time of month
She
can be herself she’d say