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 smell
I'd well erase him from winning the beauty show
If what's like a stick don't follow all the wrong way out
You're the black Montana when you can't see him
When he opens his mouth you'll know
And as poor Jim goes walking about
You can hear the kids all lollering out
I have to preach my dear friend, you're about to receive
Old John Bond, the current nicotine and the temptations of Eve
Charming.
What a mouth, what a mouth, what an open south
Lowie, what a mouth he's got
Now when he was a kid, no, no, no, Lowie, well he's old now
Poppy used to feed him in the shopper, what a gap, what a gap, what a gap
He'd never been known to laugh
If he did, it's plenty to acquit, that his face would fall in love
Oh, too much, that.
Mouth so large, oh lord, oh lovely
He could whisper in his own ear, ain't it funny
Now the quench, his thirst, well he's gonna take a drink, oh my
He got so drunk one foggy morning
He laid in the road and he started to yawn
When a poor old chap was delivering coals close by
And as he went to shoot a load
He saw Jim's mouth out in the road
What a mouth, what a mouth, what an open south
Lowie, what a mouth he's got
Now the poor old chap in the shop saw the fella when he saw Jim's mouth
He took him for a seller when he shot
And off he went, right into his mouth, no joke
Jim, poor soul, he's got a tummy full of coal
And he coughs up lots of coke
And he coughs up lots of coke