Chas I iron your shirts There's so much thought in each thing that I do And all of the time Chas I'm loving you And I greet you each evening Chas when
Is some tranny chasers up in here? Welcome to my stratosphere (fierce, fierce) Make a move! What you wanna do? I ain't got no time for no looky loo, boo
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Now there's a word that I don't understand I hear it every day from my old man It may be Cockney rhyming slang It ain't in no school book He says it every
rabbit x 20 you got a beautiful chin, you got beautiful skin, you got a beutiful face, you got taste, you got beautiful eyes, you got beautiful thighs
Everyone's on about Boogie on the radio, Boogie's pretty big down in the disco Its all Boogie, Boogie, Boogie everywhere, And not a mention of Woogie
Mother phoned up last night she was going spare She was in a temper pulling out her hair "Your sisters courtin' a scruffy looking Ted Father dont give
Well I built my life around you, did what I thought was right. But you never cared about me, now I've seen the light. Oh darling, there ain't no pleasin
some people sing about deutchy girls and girls from california they mite be alrite for a nite alrite, but dont trust them i warn ya i've been to the east
Wallop, he's gone down, wallop he's gone down Now once there was a boxing match, and both the boys was up to scratch One had the chat and all of the
Who's sorry now Who's sorry now Whose heart is aching For breaking each vow Who's sad and blue Who's crying to Just like I've cried over you Right
Now I had an old uncle was mean as can be He said "When I die you'll get nothin' from me" Mustn't grumble, mustn't grumble All he left me was an old over
Snooker loopy nuts are we Me and him and them and me We'll show you what we can do With a load of balls and a snooker cue Pot the reds then, screw back
We're gonna take this, opportunity To sing some old time songs We got a lap-trap on the off-beat And a bass drum on the on Stars over 45, we're gonna
I'm one of them hopeless cases I'm ashamed to say Got a job to tie my laces My belly gets in the Way And I get puffed out on the disco floor I can't
Come to me, my melancholy baby Cuddle up and don't be blue All your fears are foolish fancies, maybe You know, dear that I'm in love with you Every cloud
Well I've been working hard to reach me target To earn a few bob for a day trip down to Margate I'm gonna blow the lot tomorrow on all me family We catch