london town  . . . it,s a to z . . .
zebedee it,s time for bed

it,s dastardly an autograph
 but which ones mutley it,s a laugh

but like a street without a name
a salesman,s shake a firm handshake

but like a thames that ne,er runs true
 had that been a  . . .  mistake . . . ?

i keep on hearing a tweet in a clearing
but don,t mince for me argentina
and like the bait that,s fish to fate
"ring around later" said tina
but please keep your hair on because he,s been long gone
its but don,t aske me why
because it,s been said when it came to a head
"why mother wouldn,t hurt a fly"
except "lucky lucan" he lived in a "bluecan"
( old mother hubbard lived under the stair )
he called for his mummy she sold him a dummy
( she sold more dummies than mothercare )
but selfless she gave . . . like a man in a cave . . .  a pat on a hot tin roof
but sloane all alone like a hog on a phone but has she got the hoof
but take the pistorious good ship victorious . . .  i see no ribauld quips
but oh kiss me lardy or did he mean hardy a tale of sinking ships
but her marmies mailness . . .  it,s all slow as snailness
but jill she likes brown rice
but we,re so pliant and pussy your client
the postman always minces twice

but blamesberry,s at sainsburys ....
forever and ever it,s demis roussos
I met anne there but she didn,t care  strawberry meanz beanz  was it hummous ?
and benny hill but don,t ask jil was it was fortune was it fate
  a shopping bag but it,s a drag but sat around his mothers plate
  but who,s the  patter one to flatter  ... old black joe,s still pickin cotton
 watch the giant hogweeds go ... but  just don,t mention johnny rotten
or bunny bunny greedy gunny  want,s to teach the world to sing
pass the butter so some mutter .... would the postman call or ring
but let them have they,re cake and eat it aintoinette  was she the queen
  lose your head then live in dread  of robespierres madame vaselline
cause david niven ( it was given) or did the cow then jump the moon
  a fairycake flight in the half neon light .... 
as the waitress stared at the silvery spoon

but ware the vibes of the hippy flairs
Just sit and watch him paint the stairs
cause it,s black and white as the knight took flight, excaliber or just a dud
but it,s nero,s grape for the masking tape ... the band played death and night and blood
but grouch the slouch on the casting couch  queens gambit has it been declined
It,s just a play but it,s not today . . .  the strangler ran the alley blind
but then the old codger he was  just such a lodgerthe rook was a crook it,s a game of chess
It,s a scotch game blame by another name the dark still waters of loch ness
cause the rook saw the look by the babbling brook but in the end she ran away
It hadn,t been but it,s now been seen ,but the light it,s alright at the end of the day
but the "chatty man" has he got a plan the jibes or the vibes of the hippy flairs
It,s just "a toiler on the sea"
But sit and watch him  paint the stairs