One, two, ready, go.
Just a minute, fellas.
No, no, fellas.
Just a minute.
It doesn't go like that.
It goes all together
with a pumped little can't
think whether.
There's a pom in the middle,
once you've had it,
you'll sing it all day long.
What a lovely song.
Hang on a mo, it goes all together,
and it's no, wait a minute,
can't think where they're.
There's a pom tittle in it,
what a pity
I'd for gotten it, because you'd love it,
I know, if I knew what it was.
The bit in the middle was kind of, sort of,
more like a waltz -a -gong -a -rong
A singable song of the sort
that we're sure of
As soon as I begin it, you'll want to join in
It goes all together
But there's no use in
going hell for leather
When there's no way of knowing
even whether I'm singing it or wrong
So hang on the mow while I have a go
at sorting out this simple yet very
unforgettable song
Beautiful, beautiful, lovely.
Keep it up.
The fellow what sang it was kind of sort
of more or less drunk with song
Long in the hair,
it was breath he was sure of,
but soon as I had heard it,
I knew every word of this song that I heard.
It goes all together,
with a punch it a little, can't think whether,
there's a pom in the middle,
words were clever.
What a lovely song,
oh hang on a moment,
I remember every part of it.
Oh, let yourself go
And we'll do it from
the start of it now
Altogether we're getting in the mood
No, hang on a moment
It's rude