Son of New Limerick. (New Limerick contd.)

"The good old days" - overrated?
Most of the stuff's just plain dated
We live in the present
Where tunes are pleasant
Though some of them do get slated

The warm sunshine here has been bliss

The warm sunshine here has been bliss
We just need lots more just like this

The warm sunshine here has been bliss
We just need lots more just like this
Get out the sun cream

The warm sunshine here has been bliss
We just need lots more like this
Get out the sun cream
And of summer let's dream

The warm sunshine here has been bliss
We just need lots more like this
Get out the sun cream
And of summer let's dream
Dust off our woollies, show our bits

I do not mean the wobbly ones

I do not mean the wobbly ones
I mean flat tummy and tight buns

I do not mean the wobbly ones
I mean flat tummy and tight buns
My bits are all wobbly

I don't mean the wobbly ones
I mean flat tummy and tight buns
My bits are all wobbly
Some even bobbly

I don't mean the wobbly ones
I mean flat tummy and tight buns
My bits are all wobbly
Some even bobbly
Easier to dress up as nuns!

In a wimple and a long skirt

In a wimple and a long skirt
It's fun to get out there and flirt

In a wimple and a long skirt
It's fun to get out there and flirt
Giving the side-eye

In a wimple and a long skirt
It's fun to get out there and flirt
Giving the side-eye
To a cute looking guy

In a wimple and a long skirt
It's fun to get out there and flirt
Giving the side-eye
To a cute looking guy
Who tells me his name is Big Bert

I’m only a teeny wee lass

I'm only a teeny wee lass
To compensate I'm bold as brass

I'm only a teeny wee lass
To compensate I'm bold as brass
I've a deafening voice

I'm only a tiny wee lass
To compensate I'm bold as brass
I've a deafening voice
Fist, weapon of choice

I'm only a tiny wee lass
To compensate I'm bold as brass
I've a deafening voice
Fist, weapon of choice
And good aim for a kick in the ass

But most of the time I'm a lady

But most of the time I'm a lady
Though now and again I'm shady

But most of the time I'm a lady
Though now and again I'm shady
I’ll stop at nothing

But most of the time I'm a lady
Though now and again I'm shady
I'll stop at nothing
But don't want a ring

But most of the time I'm a lady
Though now and again I'm shady
I'll stop at nothing
But don't want a ring
At least not until I'm eighty

For some of us that's not far off

For some of us that's not far off
Aching limbs and a hacking cough

For some of us that's not far off
Aching limbs and a hacking cough
Just get a toy boy

For some of us that's not far off
Aching limbs and a hacking cough
Just get a toy boy
Call him your Rob Roy

For some of us that's not far off
Aching limbs and a hacking cough
Just get a toy boy
Call him your Rob Roy
And don't worry if others scoff

They're probably jealous you see