We'll be right back.
Blue in sugar, white clean couple, pinched last supper, cat in pretty penny, John Betjeman, sundown liar, quite big picture, under heavy manners.
This is dear old England, I kick your face in so, so lightly. This is dear old England, I kick your face in so, so nicely.
I want more.
Oh Harry, so sorry. Don't worry, so sorry.
Oh Harry, so sorry. Don't worry, so sorry.
Oh Harry, so sorry.
Bite-sized china, tea or tartar, lipstick traces.
Table set to bliss, sweet charity, lukewarm whisper, still life platter, under heavy manners.
This is dear old England, I kick your face in so, so lightly. This is dear old England, I kick your face in so, so nicely.
I want more.
Oh Harry, so sorry. Don't worry, so sorry. Don't worry, so sorry.
Oh Harry, so sorry. Don't worry, so sorry.
Yeah.
Oh Harry, so sorry. I want more.
Oh Harry, so sorry. Don't worry, so sorry.
My heart still hurts.
Oh Harry, so sorry. Don't worry, so sorry.
My heart still hurts.
My heart still hurts.
Oh Harry, so sorry.
Don't worry, so sorry.
Don't worry, so sorry.
My heart still hurts.
I want more.
No, I won't go
No, I won't go
No, I won't go
No, I won't go
Here's a song that's caused many an irate housewife to write to her member of parliament
Saturday night in Leeds
Saturday night means everything to me
I'd rather take drugs than have ***
I always do two puddings
I tell Irish jokes, I tell Pakistani jokes, I tell Asian jokes
I'm the most unracist person you'll ever meet
This is mad cow stew
I'm always getting my skirt pulled up, really
If a bloke made a pass at you, you would run a mile after you'd thumped him
Of course you would
Yeah, well there we are, not been a bad night
An ordinary Saturday night, all one to remember