All of a sudden a bloody great pudden
Came flying through the air
It missed me Ma, it hit me Pa\
And knocked him off the chair
And when the lights came on again
We found the old man on the job again
Working a way like man possessed
Starching the end of his Sunday best

What a man
What a knob
He's always on the job

We'll make a bonfire of our letters
And we'll watch them blaze away
And when they're gone we'll get some new ones
And then we'll use them - use them right away.