Sitting in the labour
Where no-one’s very pally
I try to love my neighbour
But wind up loving Allie
She makes me joy she makes me sing
Allie you’re my everything!
Dancing Along the Footpaths
My girl and me we have it all
In this wet and tired year...
Desirable as jammy-dodgers
And tasty as crisp crackling pork
Everyone – young to old codgers...
