I just couldn’t make the octopus laugh
I thought he was
either stupid or fickle
But no, you just need
to know the secret
So, to make him laugh
takes ten tickles
I just couldn’t make the octopus laugh
I thought he was
either stupid or fickle
But no, you just need
to know the secret
So, to make him laugh
takes ten tickles
Please don’t fret, because
Today is the tomorrow
We worried about yesterday
And all is well as you know
Boys and girls come out to play,
The moon does shine as
bright as day;
They come with a rug
and a packet of three
They come prepared to
play carnally
Are you wearing a nurse’s outfit?
Does it come with all the
kit?
The starched apron and
the hat
The black stockings
and all that
Oh what a feast before
my eyes
Come and feel my pulse
rate rise
Only you can now
tangibly
Cure this poor
patient’s malady
I’m thinking about taking a holiday
But I don’t know where
to go
However I may end up
in Sane
How I get there, I
don’t know
As they don't have an
airport
You can be driven
there though
Like a gaggle of geese
The hen party
traversed
The gaudy Blackpool strip
From bar to bar
And club to club
The tarty group
In their shameless
parade
The legless slappers
Ended the night
Even more undignified
Than they had begun it
“If that’s possible”
Sitting in the gutter
In their own piss and
vomit
I remember like yesterday
That cold and crispy
morn
And just how proud I
felt
On the day my son was
born