I couldn’t get the old banger
Started this morning
I tried to get her to
turn over
As the day was dawning
But to no avail, she
just
Lay there yawning
I couldn’t get the old banger
Started this morning
I tried to get her to
turn over
As the day was dawning
But to no avail, she
just
Lay there yawning
On a first date do not choose
A restaurant to meet
her
Because it’s not
conducive
With your being a
messy eater
That dress is quite revealing
Your breasts it’s
barely concealing
I think perhaps your
teasing
Offering them up for
squeezing
Your bust does look
rather ample
Go on let me have
another sample
Always read stuff that
Will make you look
good
If you are struck with
death
An early sign of Summer
But make no mistake
One swallow does not
A stag night make
Do you like picnics?
There’s one on Sunday
If you say yes
It could be a funday
But let me say
Before we begin
Bring a blanket and be
Prepared to sin
The fair maid who, the first of May
Goes to the fields at
break of day,
And picks strawberries
ripe and juicy
Isn’t a native of this
country