New Babby
Our Cheryl’s ‘ad a babby
A right bugger ‘e is too
‘e screams day and night
until ‘is face is big and blue.
Our Dad went up the wall
said he’d throw her out
when she sat ‘im down and told ‘im
that she was up the spout.
The lad who was responsible
legged it the same day
so Dad was left with Cheryl
and a babby on the way.
Still now that he’s born
we’ve grown to like the little sprog
Cheryl’s called ‘im Tyson
after Dad’s favourite dog.