My marge
My marge is such a delight
She thrills me at night
The second I turn out the light
My marge is peaches to me
When no-one can see
She snuggle up is heavenly
My marge squeeze me sqeeze me
Take me home for tea
Lets not stay out too late
Cause your mother will be cross
And Ill be down across her knee
Yknow
My marge speaks double dutch
Shes so ripe to touch
Thats why I love her very much
O three three o
And take me home for tea
Lets not stay out too late
Or your mother will be cross
And Ill be down across her knee
Yknow
My marge is such a delight
She thrills me at night
The second I turn out the light
O three three o ooh ooh!
Yknow my marge
I know
Shes a nice girl yknow
I know
She picks her nose
Ugh!
Throws the brown lumps over the right side
The green lumps over the left side
And everybody else says goodnight!
