Cockney Ipsum
Someone has half inched your wallet
You made a pig's ear of that. I don't Adam and Eve it! Can you Adam and Eve it? I don't Adam and Eve it! Absolutely brassic - Yer 'aving a larf! Someone has half inched your wallet. Your barnet looks like an Irish Jig.
You're starting to get on my wick. You forgot your sausage and mash. See you later alligator. It pens in here, Where's my old man? Put on your best fiddle and flute Use your loaf and think about it, Right bin lids, It's all gone Pete Tong! Absolutely brassic - Yer 'aving a larf! I'll just ask His Nibbs, It pens in here, Get your ones on, we're heading off to the local! You're going to have your barnet cut today. Your barnet looks like a Syrup and Fig. Get your ones on, we're heading off to the local! It's time to iron my Uncle. It's all gone Pete Tong! Stick it up your Khyber.
Come on my old China, What is she rabbiting on about, It's all gone Pete Tong! Get some Sherbert down your Gregory. Hand over the bees to me, Can you Adam and Eve it? Get some Sherbert down your Gregory.
Come on my old China, Pick up your plates and get moving. Can you Adam and Eve it? Take a quick butchers at this! They're telling you pork pies, Absolutely brassic - Yer 'aving a larf! You forgot your sausage and mash. It's all gone Pete Tong! Take a quick butchers at this! Let's climb those apples and pears. See you later alligator. See you later alligator. You're talking cobblers! Get some Sherbert down your Gregory. Use your loaf and think about it.
Put on your Weasel You're going to have your barnet cut today. Where's my old man? They're telling you pork pies, Use your loaf and think about it, You're starting to get on my wick. Take a quick butchers at this! Where's the trouble? Hand over the bees to me, On with the Titfa I don't Adam and Eve it! Let's get down to brass tacks. Scarpa! Use your loaf and think about it, You made a pig's ear of that. Take a quick butchers hook He's full of porkies, Let's climb those apples and pears. They're telling you pork pies, Let's climb those apples and pears. Where's the trouble? Pick up your plates and get moving. You forgot your sausage and mash. Where's my old man? They're telling you pork pies, On with the Titfa Come on my old China, It pens in here, You're talking cobblers!