Come on, everybody! Stop moping and start hoping! You know what I do when I'm feeling pissed off? I have a sing, that's what I do. Come on, bloggers. All together now. Pretend I'm Danny la Rue and I'm getting you all going. Let's try one we all know...
On Mother Kelly's doorstep, down Paradise Row,
I'd sit along o'Nelly, she'd sit along o'Joe.
She's got a little hole in her frock, hole in her shoe,
Hole in her sock, where her toe peeped through,
But Nelly was the smartest down our alley.
On Mother Kelly's doorstep, I'm wondering now,
If li'l gal Nelly, remembers Joe, her beau,
And does she love me like she used to,
On Mother Kelly's door step, down Paradise Row.
You see, they didn't have Primark then. Hole in her frock, hole in her shoe, hole in her sock, and probably, although it's not mentioned, a hole in her knickers, too. And she was the smartest human being in the locality. Oh yes, she scrubbed up well, did our Nelly...
Come on, let's have another chorus...
She's got a little hole in her frock, a hole in her shoe,
A hole in her knickers where her Joe peeped through...
The fact that her "beau" was quite evidently a homosexualist probably indicates that she wasn't all that smart.
ReplyDeleteWhat the bleeding hell's he singing?
ReplyDelete"Down Mother Kelly's doorstep
Down Paradise Row
I siddiddidom Nelly
She siddiddidom Joe"
*gobsmacked*
ReplyDeleteI am really having to resist the urge to click that link again.