Too much leisure at leads to sinful acts.
Reading tiny print on bacon packs
Asking us the size we take in boots.
Borrowing guns from soldiers for a hoot.
If you are creative write a book
I fright the young men by teaching . groups
I apologise for that with sultry looks.
As long as the police think I’m a crook
Don’t ask for information in the night
If you’ve gone to bed he must be right
When you go to heaven don’t tip the Saints.
Hell is hot with furnishings quite quaint.
Do you think potato cakes are food
Answer this in every kind of mood l
If you’re feeling hungry they are meat
Yeah when you need some cake they can be sweet.
Cover them in butter and some salt
Give over Mother, we get off at the Holt