Sometimes I wish I was glam’rous Then the chappies around might be amorous They’d woo me and dine me To get their bangers free In fact they could get quite clam'rous.
It’s because I work on a farm I find the pigs make me feel calm They don’t care how I dress They eat caviar or cress And they love the smell of my Balm
The scrabble tiles squashed by the sink I thought I might land in the clink I gasped with the shock As I saw my best frock Thought, how I could do with a drink
Just then the door crashed to the ground And scattered onlookers around Ten coppers rushed in ‘What is all this din ?’ My twerking had caused a rude sound!