Prince charming he disarms
As "poshnobs" goes would this come to blows we hear these ripping yarns
But left or right or an amber light or maybe straight ahead
A dim side street would the footsteps fleet would the smeagol beagle tread
Cause it,s all " boo hoo" how we know it,s true like the tweety bird went round
The "high plains mincer" "bouffant rincer" .. was he really sound
And the elm tree sways as the band it plays but would the doorbell ring
Well thats what he heard had as the pussy purred it,s a ding a ling a ling
But the "fat man" ran past the lager can ... it,s just not one to pass
And it,s "Rick the third whom you might have heard
And it,s through the looking glass
And it,s mind your word,s of the tweety birds
of the guy fawkes inquisition
Just the S & M of the me or them
It,s the "spanish mince position".
but the big bad granny,s . . transistors trannys,s
groove to the smooth to the dancefloor blare
and love cat,s or love rat,s or as pam might say love prats
we all tip our top hats but who,s in a snare
but horny tricorny it,s fidico forny the red,s she,s riding if you woold
"chum disease" is it one to please it,s a laughing gnome in an urban wood
"hello" "goodbye" but he,s not in his sty . . . tainted love,s like a prison cell
the rebel look but the time it took the rips and the studs and shower gel
and it,s time to "mince carter" he,s not one to barter
( some say that belsen was a gas)
a destination railway station a dark side road an underpass
but it,s studded glove verses "tainted love" it,s said by some that odd,s are evens
but who,s behind that dark green door, it,s the human leaque or it,s shakin stevens but at "death,s disco" it,s all go go go it,s lime and lager priceee,s fair
a "hooded claw" you can,t be too sure a whispered a look a muttered stare
but the "my my my" would the big bad fry it,s said the stairs went round and round
would the big bad wolf rise is the granny ,s frys
who.s well out to lunch but and who,s just gone to ground
groove to the smooth to the dancefloor blare
and love cat,s or love rat,s or as pam might say love prats
we all tip our top hats but who,s in a snare
but horny tricorny it,s fidico forny the red,s she,s riding if you woold
"chum disease" is it one to please it,s a laughing gnome in an urban wood
"hello" "goodbye" but he,s not in his sty . . . tainted love,s like a prison cell
the rebel look but the time it took the rips and the studs and shower gel
and it,s time to "mince carter" he,s not one to barter
( some say that belsen was a gas)
a destination railway station a dark side road an underpass
but it,s studded glove verses "tainted love" it,s said by some that odd,s are evens
but who,s behind that dark green door, it,s the human leaque or it,s shakin stevens but at "death,s disco" it,s all go go go it,s lime and lager priceee,s fair
a "hooded claw" you can,t be too sure a whispered a look a muttered stare
but the "my my my" would the big bad fry it,s said the stairs went round and round
would the big bad wolf rise is the granny ,s frys
who.s well out to lunch but and who,s just gone to ground
