cool cats all a muddle at the door
what a bore. Badger just score
she doesn't really need this
shes waiting vivid west wood
do you mind if i kiss you?
Theres no way that's going to go
who am i the sort of chap
Then badgers snuggling up
and all the posh girls are laughing
and i've got to think quick
(Da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da! dala dala dala!)
drives off into the mistic
and i bid fairwell to you
and his crew lowing it down in poetry
I'll sit on this fence forever