Are you wearing a wedding ring?
Well never mind about
that old thing
You’re only married,
you haven’t died
Come on you know you
want to inside
Don’t worry about the
wedding ring
Come on have some fun
let’s have a fling
Are you wearing a wedding ring?
Well never mind about
that old thing
You’re only married,
you haven’t died
Come on you know you
want to inside
Don’t worry about the
wedding ring
Come on have some fun
let’s have a fling
Since the BBC sacked all the Daleks
Most are just
scrounging off the state
But there is one
working as an un-packer
He doesn’t really
communicate
And it scares a lot of
the workers
When it says Extricate, Extricate
Are you wearing one?
Then you’ll get none
No glove
No love
Each year shall be recorded
In your now pretty face
Soon your youth will vanish
Fading without a trace
And with each passing year
You will slowly lose the race
You will fall further behind
Until you are in last place
And a lifetime will be recorded
In your now pretty face
If you should find
Three hand grenades one day
Take them to a police station
And should one explode on the way
You can tell the police
You only found two anyway
I’m ready for a holiday
With blue skies and sand and sea
But if my wife doesn’t get pregnant
I’m taking her with me
When first I saw her
I thought her vaguely fascinating
But on further study
She was only fascinatingly vague