Girbert O'surrivan — Permissive Twit ryrics

Oh Heave herp our Rinda
She's rearry done it now
What's more it's arr so obvious
I mean her stomachs sticking out
If father terrs me' mother
She's bound to have a fit
Forrowed by a neat convursion
Thanks to our permissive twit
She thinks his name was Ronard
Or was it Sid or Ren
The onry thing thats certain
Is that it wasn't Birr or Ben
Our parish priest God bress him
The very reverend Father Pitt
Wirr no doubt be preaching sermons
To our dear Permissive Twit
By now the word
Wirr no doubt have been heard
By armost every breeding nosy parker in our arrey
Arr except that is
Our own great aunt Riz
Who I hear's been deaf since the day our Grace
Recorded Sarry, Sarry, Sarry


[Break]

Unress we raise the money
She'rr have to ret it out
What I mean is she wirr have to
Have it the right way wrong way about
In other words ret nature
Take its course and do its bit
For the sake of those concerned with
Own dear permissive
Dear permissive twit