Текст песни Big Eight (Big 8) - Judge Dread

I'm feeling great
So here's
Big Eight
Sha-la-la-la-la, dum-de-ah-yay
Sha-la-la-la-la, dum-de-ah-yay
There was a grand old Duke of York
He had ten thousand men
If he'd have had the energy
He'd have had them all again
Sha-la-la-la-la, dum-de-ah-yay
Sha-la-la-la-la, dum-de-ah-yay
Simple Simon, Indian boy
Comes on like a tiger
He doesn't like it in this town
But he likes it up the Khyber
Sha-la-la-la-la, dum-de-ah-yay
Sha-la-la-la-la, dum-de-ah-yay
Pussy, pussy, where you been?
Why you dirty and not clean?
It really shocks me to my feet
See pussy dirty when I eat
Sha-la-la-la-la, dum-de-ah-yay
Sha-la-la-la-la, dum-de-ah-yay
Holly Flinders has a dress
Tweed, and made in Paris
And all the boys are heard to say
"What a lovely piece of harris!"
Sha-la-la-la-la, dum-de-ah-yay
Sha-la-la-la-la, dum-de-ah-yay
Georgie Porgie, pudding pie
Had a girl and made her cry
Lucky she had used her sense
And wore a ring of confidence
Sha-la-la-la-la, dum-de-ah-yay
Sha-la-la-la-la, dum-de-ah-yay
Little Bo-Peep loses sheep
She also loses undies
Loses them five times a day
And always six on Sundays
Sha-la-la-la-la, dum-de-ah-yay
Sha-la-la-la-la, dum-de-ah-yay
Mary, Mary, quite contrary
Why you look so fine?
'Cause I've had a visit from Judge Dredd
And he's given me Big Nine
Sha-la-la-la-la, dum-de-ah-yay
Sha-la-la-la-la, dum-de-ah-yay
Sha-la-la-la-la, dum-de-ah-yay
Sha-la-la-la-la, dum-de-ah-yay
Sha-la-la-la-la, dum-de-ah-yay