What life is there outside my headroom-bedroom? Stephen, Stephen, leave this epiphany to me Small prizes form, ply sharp whitsun burgeon, lasting dove sniper Peace termed to the perpendicular Prones to bring unusual smiles from an extra long-headed lady Passing the parcel, piggy-eyed and painful Market day as perturbed such ears with a hint of a dandy's beano On the side, always with a perfect helicopter Strides far high super altar Nether further with hearth dearth Providing much merriment, and fornication of those on parole "Alpha my cottage," mirthed the green fair maidens Resplendent in muslin silly bugger slack-sniffing headgear All two of 'em, well yes 'ere by postman's knock Knock, knock, knock "Parp parp parp parp parp," parped the vicar's wife out of her too large nose No crystals on the window Ever shifted as a push flew up And broke the neck of tidy seamstress Plina Plina Plina Plina Plina
