The Grand old Duke of York he had ten thousand men
He marched them up to the top of the hill
And he marched them down again.
This upset the lads,
who thought the Duke mad
The Grand old Duke of York he had ten thousand men
He marched them up to the top of the hill
And he marched them down again.
This upset the lads,
who thought the Duke mad
I don’t have a favourite,
I love each and every
one
Whether happy or sad
Cheerful or glum
I love Prayer Claire
And Lazy Daisy
Gaudy Maudie
And Crazy Maisy
I love Blue Sue
And Classy Darcy
Timid Ingrid
And Brassy Marcie
I love Shy Di
And Sullen Ellen
Beige Paige
And Barren Karen
I love Chipper Pippa
And Hairy Mary
All of them from
homely
To a little bit scary
I have been charged with murdering a man
With sandpaper, the
really course grit
But I’m pleading it
down to manslaughter
Because I only meant
to rough him up a bit
Embracing is good, I like to hug, and I like to cuddle
But you should be very
careful I would say
As there’s a very fine
line between a cuddle
And holding them down
so they can't get away
I jumped into the cab
'Conan Doyle’s Close
driver'
Don't worry; he said,
We’ll lose him at
the lights Guvna
I went to a party
And I really dressed
to kill
The SAS combat
fatigues
Seemed to fit the bill
Everyone loves an iPod
A w x and y Pod
And an I say I say Pod
A meat and potato pie
Pod
The all at sea aye aye
Pod
The he made me cry Pod
And I’ve got to fly
Pod
And the bye bye Pod
The I’m going to die
Pod,
The, my mate Dai Pod
The must keep it dry
Pod
And the lady Di Pod,
The di diddly di Pod
The one in the eye Pod
The just for a guy Pod
And the Isle of Skye
Pod
The bridge over the
river Kwai Pod
The pig in his sty Pod
The vale of Wye Pod
And the Jamiroquai Pod
The Geordie why eye
Pod
The Scottish ocheye
Pod
The end is nigh Pod
And the x-ray eye Pod
The I can’t tell a lie
Pod
The New Zealanders kai
Pod
The I spy with my
little iPod
Everyone loves their iPod