Please don’t get me wrong
It’s not that I’m a
prude
And under the right
circumstances
I quite like being
rude
But at the end of the
day
I just find Keith
Lemon crude
Please don’t get me wrong
It’s not that I’m a
prude
And under the right
circumstances
I quite like being
rude
But at the end of the
day
I just find Keith
Lemon crude
My wife went to the beauty parlour
And had a mudpack
applied
Which improved her
appearance
Until it fell off and
she cried
The jury foreman clearly announced
To the court "Not guilty of robbery"
The defendant asked his solicitor
"Does that mean I
can keep the money?"
This is the way the farmers ride
Hobbledy-hoy!
Hobbledy-hoy!
This is the way the farmers ride
Get off my land you rambling bastards
Are you wearing tinsel in your hair?
Sitting atop your
golden curls
You look so very
angelic to me
A jewel more precious
than pearls
But looks can be
deceiving
Angel with the golden
curls
And later on, I might
well discover
You’re one of the
naughty girls
We have loved eggs
Since we were children
Cackle Berries my dad
Used to call them
When life gives you lemons
Making lemonade is the
trick
When life gives you
melons
You’re probably
dyslexic