Oh, I wish I'd looked after me dear old
knockers,
Not flashed them to boys behind the
school lockers,
Or let them get fondled by randy old
dockers,
Oh, I wish I'd looked after me tits.
'Cos now I'm much older and gravity's
winning.
It's Nature's revenge for all that
sinning,
And those dirty memories are rapidly
dimming,
Oh, I wish I'd looked after me tits.
'Cos tits can be such troublesome
things
When they no longer bounce, but dangle
and swing.
And although they go well with my Bingo
wings,
I wish I'd looked after me tits.
