(Oh dear! Fond memories of being a Very Naughty Girl aged about nine!)

I'm Popeye the sailor man.
I live in a jar of jam.
The jam is so sticky
It sticks to my dicky.
I'm Popeye the sailor man.

I'm Popeye the sailor man.
I live in a caravan.
There's a hole in the middle
for Popeye to piddle.
I'm Popeye the sailor man.

The ice-cream vans round our way always played this tune. Cue for my sister and I, in fits of giggles, to start up with rude parodies. (Followed by a sharp slap from Dad!)