The neighbours are out in the garden today Cutting grass with the mower they bought on Ebay But the blades are too blunt So they took a punt And let the lawn turn to hay.
Tomorrow I'll send for a pizza My mum makes them, nothing beats her With lashings of topping In my mouth I'll be popping If none of it falls on the seat sir
A couple who met in a bar Decided to go back to her car She slipped on the kickers They matched well with her knickers What's she going to say to her Ma?
This reminds me of the days of old With a snuggle and snog in the cold Till Dad comes round the corner With a voluptuous foreigner Mi madrastra to have and to hold.