My Marge
My margeMy marge is such a delightShe thrills me at nightThe second I turn out the lightMy marge is peaches to meWhen no-one can seeShe snuggle up is heavenlyMy marge squeeze me sqeeze meTake me home for teaLet's not stay out too lateCause your mother will be crossAnd I'll be down across her kneeY'knowMy marge speaks double dutchShe's so ripe to touchThat's why I love her very muchO three three oAnd take me home for teaLet's not stay out too lateOr your mother will be crossAnd I'll be down across her kneeY'knowMy marge is such a delightShe thrills me at nightThe second I turn out the lightO three three o ooh ooh!Y'know my margeI knowShe's a nice girl y'knowI knowShe picks her noseUgh!Throws the brown lumps over the right sideThe green lumps over the left sideAnd everybody else says goodnight!