Ten years ago I was really quite fit Ran marathons but then had to quit Now my sport is macramé It drives me quite barmy But I don't want to crochet or knit.
So I'm twisting and knotting those strings Causes aches in my old bingo wings I must do some physio As my limbs I must throw Like a gymnast, hence the painful old twings.
So I'll take up opera singing instead Making sound as I fling back my head Verdi, Strauss or Puccini Offenbach or Rossini Will all help boost my street cred.
The orchestra made such a racket The conductor just couldn't hack it He threw down his baton Put coat, scarf and hat on Found a nag at the bookies and backed it.
Well, he won such a huge pile of dough That he bought a nightclub in London Soho The drinks were so dear And you must wear the right gear - Black leather from head to toe.