Thanks very much. Now I'd like to do a number now, it's a Cockney number, sung by an old Cockney, called What A Mouth.It's humorous, Lowie.1, 2, 1, 2, 3, 4!Jimmy Bing was a funny looking fella, if he had a different mouth and a different smellI'd well erase him from winning the beauty showIf what's like a stick don't follow all the wrong way outYou're the black Montana when you can't see himWhen he opens his mouth you'll knowAnd as poor Jim goes walking aboutYou can hear the kids all lollering outI have to preach my dear friend, you're about to receiveOld John Bond, the current nicotine and the temptations of EveCharming.What a mouth, what a mouth, what an open southLowie, what a mouth he's gotNow when he was a kid, no, no, no, Lowie, well he's old nowPoppy used to feed him in the shopper, what a gap, what a gap, what a gapHe'd never been known to laughIf he did, it's plenty to acquit, that his face would fall in loveOh, too much, that.Mouth so large, oh lord, oh lovelyHe could whisper in his own ear, ain't it funnyNow the quench, his thirst, well he's gonna take a drink, oh myHe got so drunk one foggy morningHe laid in the road and he started to yawnWhen a poor old chap was delivering coals close byAnd as he went to shoot a loadHe saw Jim's mouth out in the roadWhat a mouth, what a mouth, what an open southLowie, what a mouth he's gotNow the poor old chap in the shop saw the fella when he saw Jim's mouthHe took him for a seller when he shotAnd off he went, right into his mouth, no jokeJim, poor soul, he's got a tummy full of coalAnd he coughs up lots of cokeAnd he coughs up lots of coke