On the ladder I must pull that loft hatch down Then warm & cosy, I'll be out on the town Just heard the forecast ! Of a wintry blast I'd sooner be home in my dressing gown
I must store my summer clothes in the loft They're washed and conditioned to keep them soft It's woolly knickers now And longjohns to sow In no more floaty chiffon may I waft.
By the time our padded knickers get soaked We'll be really drunken", I joked We'll be dribbling And these knickers are crippling What a horrible picture it all evoked
Shall we wash it down with a half pint of cider? I'm on, but can I please have a full 'pinter'?I It's Cuba Libre for me Too many and I'd need a pee I think we'll get us padded knickers.
I'd rather decide on my dinner today Than let anyone else have a say It's Friday, hurrah! Fish 'n' chips Mmm, I'm already licking my lips Mushy peas, salt 'n' vinegar, that's the way.
Will this Brexit thing ever come to an end? The news drives me clean round the bend! I've reached the stage Where I’ve lost the page So to ignore it all is what I intend.