Thanks you lot. What a memory you've all got ; you're a marvel. I've been looking for these lyics for years but could never find them. Takes me right back to when I used to listen to skiffle; the likes of Joe Brown, Lonny Donnegan, and Tommy Steele. Joe and Tommy moved on into rock & roll. Joe became 'Joe Brown and his bruvvers'.

It also brings back memories of "Tubby Isaacs" a London jew who sold Whelks, Winkles, and Jellied Eels out of his van-come-kiosk in the East End of London in the '60s & '70s. He sold these by the by the pint. His measuring jug was a pewter beer pint-pot. He would scoop them into that and then tip them out into a paper cup which he handed you with a plastic fork. From memory they were about 50p a pint. On his counter was the usual vinegar, salt and pepper. Boy did you need the pepper - anything to stop you hurling. Well I nearly bought-up the jellied eels which were disgusting, but his Whelks really took the biscuit. A mate made me try one of his. I got the tough heel of my first Whelk (a very large revolting marine mollusc) between my teeth and pulled like hell. It was like leather. So thinking the whole creature would be as chewy I turned it over and took a good hard bite of the top of the Whelk. Well, it burst open in my mouth with all the consistency of a fishy tasting raw egg. I haven't eaten another Whelk since! (I think all snails should be left to the French, who will eat anything including fungus dug up by pigs and horse-meat). The really strange thing is that I do love me Oysters. And much to me Trouble's surprise, I will only eat them "au Natural" wiv a little bit o' lemon juice and pepper.

So thanks for the Lyrics and thanks Tubby (if your still alive) for the real experience in the East End.

Now all we need is the Tunes to these great songs!!