too big for me And I'm too yellow for you Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up Said the greyhound to her pup What a life, what a life, what a life Said the husband
Whatever you are whatever you miss Whatever you're thinking whatever it is Whatever you feel and whatever you do Remember there's always somebody Worse
you You know it's not my style I wouldn't want to hurt you Not even for a while I'm all for a woman Who can make it on her own But I believe A woman's
you to love me What do I do? I can stand up put my hand up Where perhaps it shouldn't be I can go down to a hoe-down? Have one hell of a yippee! I can
m your hand it's on my knee Oh, would you mind removing it My collars getting rather stiff And I'm not one to fuss But if I don't catch my bus I'm afraid
t get into a state Where you wish you were dead Just take your time and do What you believe is right It could turn out to be A blessing in disguise-disguise
corner Sitting all on her own Sits a little lady by the name of Joan Joan is there to help you If you need a hand But only for a price you understand
of wild petunias and go We don't want you here no more Now why does it always have to be me Who gets picked upon just like three Daisies in a jam jar
on my own I'll just stay at home Nothing to do about much I will bet you a penny to a pound That before very long I will be buried underground Pushing daisies up high oh, what a
Number 4 In the beginning There was one- Himself had just began Then along came Number 2- The other way round is your clue And after that came 3- Written
ever go to school Then you'll know that it's a fool Who believes a teachers pet Is a pupil like yourself For if I remember well My old teachers was a
kiss you once again And pray to God once we get married there (There)Just won't come a time When we'll wish we'll have Changed our minds A problem to
don't have a radio I don't have a radio But I've got a sister in Crewe I don't have a radio I don't have a radio And I've got a brother there, too. Do
t forget the moment Of my very first affair When the lights were low The music so soft Fred, my record player Began to do the two step Side by side my
'll probably shout Give me a hell of a clout Or perhaps a good kick up the rear But one thing's for sure I'll have to endure A great deal of pain so to
: Number 4 In the beginning There was one- Himself had just began Then along came Number 2- The other way round is your clue And after that came 3- Written
get into a state Where you wish you were dead Just take your time and do What you believe is right It could turn out to be A blessing in disguise-disguise