Tag Archives: Paddy Roberts

Love Isn’t What It Used To Be: Paddy Roberts

Love isn’t what it used to be, No sirree, no sirree: No shrinking violets too scared to say yes, No leading up to a gentle caress, Just grab a handful and damn the finesse. Love isn’t what it used to … Continue reading

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Lavender Cowboy: Paddy Roberts

  Yippee-i, yippee-oh Yippee-i, yippee-oh, yippee-ay Which sounds rather silly, but ev’ry hillbilly Spends half his life singing that way He was just a lavender cowboy With only three hairs on his chest And he rode on a filly called … Continue reading

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Got N Idea: Paddy Roberts

Got an idea you don’t love me any more Got an idea you don’t love me any more You keep treating me mediocre Hitting me with the poker Got an idea you don’t love me any more. Got an idea … Continue reading

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Tattooed Lady: Paddy Roberts

Oh, I was a bit of a lad, I admit. My past was a trifle shady, Until in the end I went right round the bend And married a tattooed lady. I immediately saw there were pictures galore Round ev’ry … Continue reading

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The Whore Of Dunblane: Paddy Roberts

All the little angels are sent up, are sent up, All the little angels are sent up on high. Which end up? Ass end up. Which end up? Ass end up. All the little angels are sent up on high. … Continue reading

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Follow Me: Paddy Roberts

When I was a little wolf cub and you were a brownie, We always remembered our good turn each day. First it was your turn, and then it was my turn, And life was so wonderful and carefree and gay. … Continue reading

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Three Old Ladies: Paddy Roberts

A silly song for Saturday….

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The Ballad of Bethnal Green: Paddy Roberts

I’ll tell a tale of a jealous male and a maid of sweet sixteen She was blonde and dumb and she lived with her Mum On the edge of Bethnal Green She worked all week for a rich old Greek … Continue reading

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The Englishman Is Noted For His Sang Froid: Paddy Roberts

Oh the Englishman is noted for his “sang froid” Which translated means his usual bloody cold And he loves his pipe and slippers and the missus and the nippers And he’s happy simply growing old And he never says a … Continue reading

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