In a quieten hidden corner
In a dark and danken room
Where mushrooms alone
we're meant to grow
An ugly duckling
Swanned
And out of the fog and wetting mist
A solitary flower one day did grow
And bring to bare
A shrinking violet
Placing 1st in the county show
And grew on to be mamed
QUEEN OF ALL OUR BETTER TOMORROW's
over he swanned
a swagger and a swerve
tall dark and handsome
(girl just hold your nerve)
champaign for the lady
I must celebrate
the most beautiful woman
that god could create
his eyes had a sparkle
his clothes looked first class
built like an Adonis
he filled up my glass
took hold of my hand
we waltzed on the spot
I felt I was floating
this guy was so hot
he held me securely
so tender and warm
he whispered sweet nothings
pure charisma and charm
as I'm falling in love
a huge rumble I hear
I turn to my left
got a waft of stale beer
my great lump of lard
asleep by my side
was snoring so loudly
I could have cried
his teeth in a jar
his hair, non to see
was fairly peeded off
once again, he'd woke me
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