Little Fat Lady
Little fat lady, some might say a tent
Can you count up all the money you’ve spent
Do you remember your lovely holiday in Kent?
When he said OK do you know what he meant?
Did he ever recieve the flowers that you sent?
Ladies and gentlemen I have the pleasure to present
Little fat lady you maybe a little bent
Your kid is now aged three
Twenty years younger than you or me
Do you think that you’re happy
Do you think your child will be happy?
What have you to offer
Nothing that I can see
I’m really glad
That child isn’t me
You took my little red riding manhood
All is dark
I know you’d light me up if you could