but the ladies of the night for  company they,re not so keen
will it be alright on the night  perhaps perhaps my josephine
as she talks of local trannies local ne,r do,s men in drag
a fox de soxy goldiloxy foxy feline "annie bag"
but let,s not get the flibble flobble lets not flowerpot the men
there are no loonies on the grass who cares who dares nought out of ten
but if someone spilled the "beanz meanz" would you really have the gall
if it came to humpty dumpty sitting all there on a wall
simple simon (chase me chase me) "of a man" he,s squeaky clean
latest hairdo cost a tenner (a forest wood it,s all gangrene)
down a dark road slinking toad goad down the left or down the right
 jolly sailor not a failure if you them tell not tonight
"lager lager" back through back roads hedging hedges street no name
until it comes "blue the colour" football,s somehow not his game
  but in the mind of chicky chickflap not a man to fret to fuss
  he,s round the plant captain dammit venus mars or uranus
and fights hordes of "big um tit ums" (this is chris the cretin land)
with copies playboy mayfair knave or whatever comes to hand
  until it all goes alien alien was it really just a jest
but maybe when it,s to long excursions maybe mother does know best
  as i grope (soap on a rope) in the dark a shower fright
but only if it all goes tango ( mothers not herself tonight )