Everyone needs a hobby
And my dad is no
exception
He has built up a
rather large
Empty bottle
collection
There is a name for it
It’ll come to me in a
tick
It’s on the tip of my
tongue
Oh yes, he’s an
alcoholic
Everyone needs a hobby
And my dad is no
exception
He has built up a
rather large
Empty bottle
collection
There is a name for it
It’ll come to me in a
tick
It’s on the tip of my
tongue
Oh yes, he’s an
alcoholic
Seesaw Margery Daw
Johnny shall have a new master
He shall earn but a penny a day
Because his employer
is a bastard
Are you wearing long underwear?
Something with its own
trap door
Well, no matter how
good they look on you
I’d like to see them
on my bedroom floor
When no undies you are wearing
Your undercarriage
gets an airing
And I will not look on
in disgust
Should your skirt be
lifted by a gust
When the wind gets a
little brisker
And all and sundry see
some whisker
I shall be the one who
stood and leered
At your well aerated
little beard
You can take a horse to water
But you can’t teach it
to suck eggs
Do unto others before
their death
Every dog has a silver
lining
Every cloud has his
day
Glass houses make jack
a dull boy
A bird in the hand is
a penny earned
A new broom sweeps many
a slip
All roads lead to the stable
door
Caesar's wife begins
at home
What's the difference between
A weasel and a stoat?
They can both be used
To make a fine coat
So that’s not the
answer
Well, no need to
lament
One's weasily
recognized
The other stoatly
different.
Just a little heads up
When everything's
coming your way,
Don’t get too cocky
You’re just in the
wrong lane. Ok?