I refuse to go to the local doctors,
A medical practice
part of the NHS
And I know beggars
can’t be choosers
But they can practice
on somebody else
I refuse to go to the local doctors,
A medical practice
part of the NHS
And I know beggars
can’t be choosers
But they can practice
on somebody else
As I stand by the placid waters
Watching as the
evening sky glows
I ask myself the
question
Why didn't Noah kill
the two mosquitoes?
I was caught stealing Tippex
You know, the liquid
correction solution
Well, my employer
pressed charges
And I was sent to a
correctional institution
I phoned the incontinence help line today
To say “I’m Mrs.
Brown, can you help me pray”
In the hope of having
my condition assuaged
But try as I might it
was always engaged
People today are so self-obsessed
So wrapped up in
themselves
Banging on about THEIR
rights
THEIR civil liberties
THEIR freedoms
They have forgotten
about the people
Who fought and died to
win them
Why did the hapless Wile E. Coyote
In pursuit of his
nemesis, Roadrunner
Spend a fortune on
ACME products
Every all singing, all
dancing, must have winner
If he had all that
money to burn
He could just have
paid for his dinner
Diddle, diddle, dumpling, my son John,
Went to bed with his trousers on;
One shoe off, and one shoe on,
He was completely shit faced my son John!