Diddle, diddle, dumpling, my son John,
Went outside with no trousers on
Both shoes off and no
pants on
Along came a policeman
“You’re nicked son”
Diddle, diddle, dumpling, my son John,
Went outside with no trousers on
Both shoes off and no
pants on
Along came a policeman
“You’re nicked son”
Are you wearing anything?
When you hear the
phone ring
And do you reach for a
negligee
Or are you comfortable
that way
I know that when I
give you a call
I want you to wear
nothing at all
So, when next you hear
it ring
When no undies you are wearing
You think yourself
quite daring
Exercising your Joie de
vivre
As you wander wild and
free
And it’s so exciting
for me to think
Of fresh air blowing
around your mink
The spa wrangled planner
No, the Tsar bangled
tanner
The bra strangled
Hannah
Or the scar dangled
manor
The car mangled
spanner
Or the bar tangled
scanner
No, it’s the Star
Spangled Banner
I was driving to work this morning
It was just as the day
was dawning
And I noticed a parked-up
AA van
And next to it was a
crying man
But properly weeping
and wailing
Down on his knees with
arms flailing
I just shook my head
with a frown
I knew he was headed
for a breakdown
Edward Bulwer-Lytton wrote
“The pen
is mightier than the sword”
This is, indeed, a
fine sentiment.
That we should
heartily applaud
But when faced with machine
gun fire
I fear the proposition
is flawed
I know with certainty
That, nine times out
of ten
When in my house
Something is broken
Or just malfunctioning
I know before I see it
The probability is
One of my kids did it
And the 10 percent of
times
They are off the hook
Then I know who to
blame
By my wife’s guilty
look