I am not handy about the house
Or with the “Do It Yourself” game
And when a book falls on my head
I've only got my shelf to blame
I am not handy about the house
Or with the “Do It Yourself” game
And when a book falls on my head
I've only got my shelf to blame
If clouds or mists do dark the sky
And they make you feel
glummer
Don’t let them get you
down
It’s just the English
summer
Are you wearing a green Christmas outfit?
You look very
beautiful in it
In fact, you look very
cute
In your Santa’s little
helper suit
A Christmas hat sits
atop your curls
In a way only suited
to girls
A beautiful green
velvet dress
And white fur trim to
impress
Striped woollen legs
of green and white
Are they stocking or
tights?
Stockings would be in
reason
More in keeping with the
season
But I would not
disparage woolly tights
They too have their
own delights
Come and help me trim
the tree
And say you dressed
this way for me?
I am wearing a contented expression?
And all that is necessarily
attached
I’m a man and at the
end of the day
And if it itches, it
will be scratched
There may well be, as they say
“Plenty of fish in the
sea”
But until I catch
myself a cod
I'm left holding my
rod
Once I found out that masturbating
Was an addictive habit
I knew from that very moment
on
That I just had to
beat it
I always wear a seat belt
Even though they do constrict
But I couldn't work out
how
To do it up and then
it clicked