A load of stuff you never knew.
Like walking into dodgy pubs
And having someone say:
"Oi Doris! Where's yer 'andbag?
You made a rapid exit then
Before last bells. (At half-past ten)
The girls all smelled of civet oil
Or Kiku and had wet-look lips
Young Englishmen with bovine hips
In pre-patched denim dungarees
From Kensington, put lipstick on
And wondered why they couldn't score
Despite the Watney's Party Four
And glamour sparkle round their eyes
Their feather-cut by Pountney's
In Swinging Styles For Trendy Guys
Triple buttton high-waist flares
As advertised in music mags
Bought from John "the tailor"
Chatting as he sold his wares:
"Yus, all yer pop boys come to me
We've 'ad that Woody Woodmansey
Plays the drums for that weird bird
Woofter and on drugs I've 'eard."
Great pouting yobs in scoop-neck tops
Lovely with their draw-string sleeves
But loyal Tuborg Lager men.
(E meant Worthington back then)
Stick-on stars, mascara run
Abandoned then, and worn to bed
The nail varnish painted on
While listening to Silverhead
I hope you new young dudes have fun
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