It's OK, guys! Thanks anyway but I found them! If anyone's interested, here they are:

Now there's a place in Wigan, a place you all should know:
A busy little factory where things are all the go.
They don't make Jakes or Eccles cakes or things to stick on walls,
But night and day they work away at Uncle Joe's Mint Balls.

CHORUS: Uncle Joe's mint balls keep you all aglow.
Give 'em to your granny and watch the beggar go.
Away with coughs and sniffles! keep a few in hand.
Suck 'em and see, and you'll agree
They're the best in all the land.

Me Dad has always wanted curly hair on his bald head.
"Suck an Uncle Joe's Mint Ball." That's what the doctor said.
So he got an Uncle Joe's Mint Ball and sucked it all night long.
When he got up next morning he had hair all over his tongue. CHORUS

Me Uncle Albert's passed away from ale upon the brain.
The doctors said he was dead and would never walk again.
So they gave the corpse an Uncle Joe's and then stood back aghast.
Cos the corpse jumped up and ran t'pub and spent the insurance brass. CHORUS

Me granny said me grandad 'e were getting' old and slow,
And fire in grandad's boiler 'ad gone out long ago.
So 'e got an Uncle Joe's Mint Ball, sucked it all night.
But his hot breath singed her vest and set the bed alight. CHORUS

We 'ad a pigeon. It were bald and couldn't fly too fast.
Never won places; in the races, always come in last.
Though it were bald, no feathers at all, it won a race one day.
We gave it an Uncle Joe's Mint Ball and it ran all t'bloody way. CHORUS

I had a girl, 'er name was May. In passion she was lackin'.
Fed 'er with whisky to make 'er frisky. Still wouldn't get crackin'.
So I gave 'er an Uncle Joe's Mint Ball to get 'er aglow.
Now she combs the streets of Wigan looking for Uncle Joe. CHORUS

We gave some to the coalman's 'orse as it stood in the road.
It gave a cough and beggared off with its cart and load.
It ran on to the racecourse going like a bird.
Covered the track with nutty slack and come first, second and third. CHORUS