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Rolf
Harris
Miscellaneous
Someone′s
Pinched
Me
Winkles
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Rolf
Harris
- Someone's
Pinched
Me
Winkles
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The
Cockney
tribes
in
Britain
were
meeting
for
the
games
Held
annually,
once
a
year,
along
the
River
Thames,
The
scene
was
quiet
and
peaceful,
the
snow
lay
on
the
ground
The
Cockneys
by
their
cooking
pots
were
huddled
all
around.
The
chief
was
in
his
tepee
his
face
all
lined
with
wrinkles
When
up
the
river
came
the
cry
"Someone′s
pinched
me
winkles!"
Me
winkles
have
been
pinched
(oobie
dooby)
me
winkles
have
been
pinched,
Now
some
people
say
it's
a
load
of
old
nonsense
but
a
winkle's
got
a
lot
of
vitamin
contents
Never
win
that
race
tomorrow
I′ll
be
a
big
disgrace
tomorrow
I′ll
search
the
blinking
place
tomorrow,
but
tomorrow
is
too
late
Some
rotter's
pinched
me
winkles
off
me
plate.
(I
turned
round
and
wheeeet,
they
were
gone)
The
tears
of
sheer
frustration
started
trickling
down
his
face,
well
He′d
set
his
heart
on
winning
in
the
gruelling
barrow
race,
Without
his
final
winkle
feed
his
training
scheme
was
shot
He
staggered
round
the
camp
ground
shouting
"someone's
pinched
the
lot"
Me
winkles
have
been
pinched
(oobie
dooby)
me
winkles
have
been
pinched
Beef
or
carrots
or
a
dash
of
cucumber
As
far
as
I′m
concerned
that's
a
load
of
old
lumber
I′ll
never
win
the
race
tomorrow,
he's
got
me
in
disgrace
tomorrow
He'd
better
not
show
his
face
tomorrow,
he′ll
end
up
in
a
fight
But
me
I
need
them
winkles
here
tonight.
(Now
I
want
′em,
now,
not
tomorrow
or
the
next
day)
They
called
the
wise
old
medicine
man
who
shuffled
up
and
said
"I'm
levying
a
winkle
tax
one
winkle
each
per
head"
They
made
a
grand
collection
from
every
tucker
pot
Then
stood
around,
the
shells
and
all,
they
made
me
eat
the
lot
I′ve
got
me
winkles
back
(oobie
dooby)
I've
got
me
winkles
back
Now
I
know
I′ve
been
grumping
and
grousing
But
I
never
thought
I'd
get
two
or
three
thousand
I′ll
never
win
that
race
tomorrow,
I
can't
go
in
that
race
tomorrow
I
couldn't
stand
the
pace
tomorrow,
I′m
much
to
blinking
fat
I′ll
never
face
a
winkle
after
that.
Phew
- I
think
I'll
go
and
try
out
something
new,
you
know,
just
to
see
how
it
feels
I
think
I′ll
have
a
dash
at
some
jellied
eels.
(Excuse
me
a
minute
while
I
just
get
this
newspaper
off
this
bit
of
jellied
eel
here).
Mmm
- that's
lovely;
Here,
you
with
the
winkle
barrow,
"hello"
As
far
as
I′m
concerned
you
can
stick
your
perishing
winkles
right...
back
in
the
sea
- It's
jellied
eels
for
me.
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