Rother Homme

Rother Homme. . Hi chicks my name is Chuck I’m one hell of a man In my tight satin trousers A rug on my chest And a fake tan . Some men have got it Someone of them don’t And some a few of them Won’t . I don’t even have to try As soon as I walk in a disco A chick gives me the eye The chicks call me bull I’m a love machine And if you ever went to Tiffany’s Or Adam and Eve in rhe 70’s You’ll know what I mean . My clothes are from Sexy Rexy My platform shoes From a Rotherham market stall My medallion from vinegar Liz For 10 bob Down at Clifton hall . A chic once she said she’d like to see me in 3D Her room number She said do want to come home for a coffee? I declined because I only drink tea And she run outa teabags . Why do chicks always say no When they mean yes? Could never understand why lads had a fight over a lass Outside When I fad the lass sit on my knee Inside? . Lock up yer daughters Every Friday and Saturday night My Feet itched to get on the dance floor and boogie The smell of Brut and Avon perfume Wafting around the room And after a jar or two and my beer glasses on The room was full of Olivia Newton John’s And I was John Travolta with the fever And the heat Was on . The chicks did a kind of fertility dance Around their handbags on the floor They don’t do that any more I used to keep a chick for more than two minutes And at least knew their name ‘’Not many people know that’’ A quote from Michael Cane . Things are not the same no more You can be sure Brut now gives me a rash And I don’t wear a medallion no more The chicks have dried up like a river And the love machine Has ceased up and rusty Doesn’t work no more. . Anon.