Though your eyes see shipwrecked sailors you’re still dry
The outlooks fine though Wales might have some rain
Lets skip the news boy (Ill make some tea)
The arabs and the jews boy (too much for me)
They get me confused boy (puts me off to sleep)
And the thing I hate – oh lord!
Is staying up late, to watch some debate, on some nations fate.
Hypnotised by Batman, Tarzan, still surprised!
Youve won the west in time to be our guest
Name your prize!
Drop of wine, a glass of beer dear whats the time?
The grime on the tyne is mine all mine all mine
Five past nine.
Blood on the rooftops – Venice in the spring
Streets of San Francisco – a word from Peking
The trouble was started – by a young Errol Flynn
Better in my day – oh lord!
For when we got bored, we’d have a world war, happy but poor
So lets skip the news boy (Ill go make that tea)
Blood on the rooftops (too much for me)
When old mother goose stops – theyre out for 23
Then the rain at lords stopped play
Seems Helen of Troy has found a new face again”