Are you wearing something saucy?
Beneath your beautiful
wedding livery
Little more than lacy
bits of string
That should render you
all shivery
When on your wedding
night you are
Unwrapped like a
special delivery
Are you wearing something saucy?
Beneath your beautiful
wedding livery
Little more than lacy
bits of string
That should render you
all shivery
When on your wedding
night you are
Unwrapped like a
special delivery
You’re no longer able to brag
About being a lean
piece of scrag
Now your looks have
started to flag
And your bits have
started to sag
Now your arse has
started to drag
You’ve turned into an
old bag
Give me a rigorous exam
Oh, won’t you please
nurse Pam
You can be a rough
Madam
Poke me and prod me,
then wham
You can take me as I
am
Or you can cover me in
jam
I don’t give a damn
As long as I get nurse
Pam
I was driving along the dual carriageway
When my boss phoned me
And told me I was
being promoted
It came out of the
blue and surprised me
It came as such a shock
That I swerved the car
quite violently
A little further along
the dual carriageway
And my boss phoned me
again
And told me along with
the promotion
Came a very nice
financial gain
It came as such a
shock
That I swerved the car
violently again
A little further along
the dual carriageway
And my boss phoned to
tell me
And told me along with
the promotion
Came the executive
washroom key
It came as such a shock
That I again swerved
the car violently
My boss phoned further
down the carriageway
And I answered in
hands free mode
And told me along with
the promotion
I was to receive the
penthouse code
It came as such a
shock
I swerved and careered
off the road
Every time I start my car
A light glow’s on the
dash
Reminding me
To release the
handbrake
Then a light flashes
And a warning bleep’s
Telling me to buckle
up
When I actually start to
move
An arrow appears
Telling me to change
gears
Then it dawns on me
What has occurred.
Automotive engineers
After a century of
expertise
Have managed to build
a woman
Inside every car
The national anthem played at the end
Of a night at the
cinema, in my youth .
It was the prelude of
a very quick exit
I always joined the
rush to tell the truth
That doesn’t happen
anymore
Probable for the best
I would have said
Now at some of the
large prestige events
They use Paul
McCartney instead
Everything in the garden
Would be rosy, I would
say
If it wasn’t for the
fact
That life keeps
getting in the way.