Since the BBC sacked all the Daleks
Most are just
scrounging off the state
But there is one working
at the Vatican
He doesn’t really
communicate
And it scares a lot of
the devout
When it says Excommunicate,
Excommunicate
Since the BBC sacked all the Daleks
Most are just
scrounging off the state
But there is one working
at the Vatican
He doesn’t really
communicate
And it scares a lot of
the devout
When it says Excommunicate,
Excommunicate
I look back in sober reflection
Dwelling in conceit of
my perfections
Glossing over my imperfections
But over all I look
back with affection
The special theory of relativity
So, I was led to
believe
Meant if you went with
a 2nd cousin
She could safely
conceive
The price of beauty products
Have gone through the
roof
What a rip off they
really are
Try waxing strips if
you need proof
The local Am-Dram group
Is presenting Hamlet
presently
And sadly, I have been
invited
To attend this particular
tragedy
Why in every disagreement
From the first to the
last
You don’t stay in the
present
You rake up the past
I always fight fair
I nail my colours to
the mast
Then your name-calling
Leaves me aghast
All I can do is stand and stare
At the salt ‘n’
peppered lady fair
The woman with the
greying hair
Oh, beautiful lady
standing there
With tresses of salt
‘n’ pepper hair
Please be the answer
to my prayer