Kiss and Tell

Georgie Porgie, pudding and pie, Kissed the girls and made them cry. One girl grassed him up and the cops came along And then he sang a quite different song It was all consensual, he said, and harmless fun. The boys in blue just shrugged and ran him in. Now Sir mopes alone in his cold dark cell. All that fun has consigned him to his time in hell To his unending and abiding shame The sex offenders' register now carries his name