This is one of those songs like Ten Little Coloured Boys, which go on forever if you allow it. Don't worry, we won't allow it. There were ten in the bed and the little one said, Roll over, roll over. So they all rolled over with a heck of a shout And the little one fell out. How very peculiar! Glory, glory, hallelujah! They all rolled over with a heck of a shout And the little one fell out. There were nine in the bed and the little one said, Roll over, roll over. So they all rolled over with a heck of a din And the little one hopped in. Glorious, glorious! One bottle of beer amongst the four of us. It's a darn good job there ain't no more of us Cos the one of us could drink the ruddy lot. That's your lot.
