Cockney Ipsum
Where's my old man?
They're telling you pork pies, Come on my old China, You made a pig's ear of that. I'll just ask His Nibbs, It pens in here.
He's full of porkies, Someone has half inched your wallet. Right bin lids, It's time to iron my Uncle. Stick it up your Khyber. Your barnet looks like a Syrup and Fig. You forgot your sausage and mash. Lad. Use your crust mate! Let's climb those apples and pears. Let's get down to brass tacks. Now, you look Cream Crackered. You're talking cobblers! Use your loaf and think about it, Now, you look Cream Crackered.
Take a quick butchers hook It's all gone Pete Tong! Stick it up your Khyber. Put on your Weasel Use your loaf and think about it, Hand over the bees to me, On with the Titfa.
What knobbly biscuits you have! What is she rabbiting on about, Stick it up your Khyber. Lad. Use your crust mate! They're telling you pork pies, Pick up your plates and get moving. You're going to have your barnet cut today. Absolutely brassic - Yer 'aving a larf! You forgot your sausage and mash. You're talking cobblers! Let's climb those apples and pears. What is she rabbiting on about, You're starting to get on my wick. Let's climb those apples and pears. Use your loaf and think about it, You're going to have your barnet cut today. What knobbly biscuits you have! Can you Adam and Eve it? Take a quick butchers at this! You forgot your sausage and mash. They're telling you pork pies.
Come on my old China, Let's climb those apples and pears. Use your loaf and think about it, Let's get down to brass tacks. They're telling you pork pies, Where's my old man? Let's climb those apples and pears. Let's climb those apples and pears. On with the Titfa.