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Codswallop
By
a club in Great King Street, a learned judge stood, Singing
wallop, codswallop, codswallop
And
I said to him, “Sir, are you not feeling good?”
Oh,
wallop, codswallop, codswallop.
“It’s
some awful affliction come o’er you?”,
I cried.
“Has
a cockroach crawled into your Canon and died?”
With
a shake of his fat little head he replied,
“Oh,
wallop, codswallop, codswallop.”
He
sobbed and he sighed and he clutched at his brow.
Oh,
wallop, codswallop, codswallop.
And
continued to make the most terrible row,
With
his “Wallop, codswallop, codswallop”
“Come,
sir,” I said sternly,
“Pray do not act thus.”
But
he moaned and he groaned and redoubled the fuss,
Then
he threw himself under a number nine bus,
Which
went “Wallop, codswallop,
codswallop”
So
remember when next to a club night you go
With
your wallop, codswallop, codswallop,
Judges
want to be loved, they are human you know
Oh,
wallop, codswallop, codswallop.
They
do not sleep all week with worry and strain.
Each
half-mark that you lose causes heart-ache and pain,
(And
I bet you the blighters come next year again.)
Oh,
wallop, codswallop, codswallop.
“Ko-ko”
1983 |