An interesting variation on the song?

BUMS AND BOOBS.
(Words, Fred Wedlock. Tune, “Matchstalk Men and Matchstalk Cats and Dogs.”)

This is the tale of Sidney Brown, a postcard artist of renown,
He had a little stall on Blackpool pier.
He painted ladies in the raw - doing things the Butler never saw,
And the men he drew were randy, daft, or queer.

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And he painted Bums and Boobs and Scouts with knobbly knees
Ho painted red nosed drunks and dogs all covered in fleas.
He painted mothers-in-law, but he preferred to draw,
All the Bums and Boobs and Scouts with knobbly knees.

A man of simple pleasures he, drank metal polish with his tea.
Sydney could be spotted any day,
Prowling round them Blackpool streets with his long grey mac and a bag of sweets,
Looking for little boys who'd gone astray.
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Now word soon got to London Town about the work of Sydney Brown.
They said, "Come on Sydney, do your bit."
"Tell us all about Blackpool Pier, is Cyril Smith daft or queer,
Or is he just a typical Northern twit?"
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Now Sydney Brown's a right old drag, on 'Parkinson ' or 'Melvyn Bragg',
He's even done 'The Terry Wogan Show.'
His dirty postcards are the rage; they've been adapted for the stage
By Andy Weber - and he ought to know. CHORUS