When he’s making clocks
And hunger beacons
The clock man will
Go back four seconds.
When he’s making clocks
And hunger beacons
The clock man will
Go back four seconds.
One of the guys fell into
The upholstery
machine,
He was quickly
discovered
And they knew what to
do
To get him out the
machine
Now he’s fully recovered
He was blessed most verily
With a photographic
memory
It was never developed
sadly
A universal truth of worth
On which you can truly
depend
If they get too big
for the britches
They’ll be exposed in
the end
Higgledy Piggledy,
My fat hen,
She lays eggs
Full of Collagen
Good for women,
And good for men,
Higgledy Piggledy,
My fat hen!
Are you wearing a brassiere?
You seem to have a
pretty pair
Though I don’t think
you’re being fair
Because I know you
don’t I Clair
And I must honestly
declare
To have spent some
time up there
And if it’s not a
padded brassier
You’ve got a pair of
socks up there
Since the BBC sacked all the Daleks
Most are just
scrounging off the state
But there is one
working at the Old Bailey
He doesn’t really
communicate
And it scares a lot of
the Barristers
When it says Extenuate,
Extenuate