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