27 May 2012
Now I'm no clever fella, Not never good at school, But I likes ornithology, I likes to watch (an' drool).
Now feathered birds is oright, But I never looks at those, The other kind I fancies, Them ones in skimpy clothes.
A sunny day I chooses, And heads out for the park, And sure enough it fills up, Wiv Birds (Cor wot a lark).
The skinny ones is pretty, When theys out a catchin' Sun, But the big 'uns is the best I like, When theys wigglin their buns!
Now Redheads is me favrit, As long as its all pukka, And Blondies turn me on, 'Cos they's all just a looker.
But if I's total 'onest, An' I tells it like it is, I loves 'em all the better, If they's in their bikinis!
Don't matter if they's deathly thin, Don't matter if they's fat, Oi just luv every wimmin, An' that's a bleedin' fact.
So show me to them girlies, Don't matter where they's at, 'Cos I'll be right at home there, An' that my friends is that.
Birds • Opuss № I