I hear he wears an oven glove.
An oven glove?
An oven glove.
I hear he wears an oven glove
Full of Vaseline.
Full of Vaseline I say.
Vaseline you say?
Vaseline I say.
Why's the oven glove filled that way?
Well, let me tell a tale.
The master's gone and got a wife.
Got a life?
No, got a wife!
Although it could be said he's finally got a life,
He's a bit of a jerk, I'll admit.
He wears it so his hand is soft.
Hand is soft?
So his hand is soft.
Have you got hearing problems Croft?
You'd better get that checked.
He's a dirty fella, the master is
The master is?
Yeah, it's for his missus.
Why do we still talk like this?
Wait, what's for his new wife?
The glove full of Vaseline!
Why, is she keen
On Vaseline?
What should I know about such trivial things?!
I'm just speculating see.
I think we'd best just drop this talk.
But why, Mr Chalk?
Because we'd better stop.
He's got a glove and that is all
Now back to work you twit.
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