To the tune of She'll be coming round the mountain:

If you like a spot of boating now and then,
Take my tip and don't go on the BCN.
It'll be days I can assure you before thay come looking for you,
And they don't take prisoners round at Windmill End

Chorus
We've got miles and miles of polly round the blades
We've got miles and miles of polly round the blades
We've got miles and miles of,a tatty yellow brolly
And a supermarket trolly round the blades.

There are bags and bins put out by council men,
But the Brummies all prefer their BCN.
All their rubbish they have chucked in,their great big linear dustbin
You'ld think they'd clean the bugger out now and then

We've a battered old Lambretta round the blades
We've a battered old Lambretta round the blades
We've a battered old lambretta,a Marks and Spencers sweater
And an eight inch long French letter round the blades

We've an eight mill porno movie round the blades
Better watch the bugger quick before it fades.
Up to Tixall we'll go fly,in the wide hole there we'll tie.
We'll be safe there from con-stab-u-lary raids.

We've a forty-eight D cup around the blades
We've a forty-eight D cup around the blades.
We've a forty-eight D cup,a dead Alsation pup,
And a horseshoe JUST FOR LUCK!! around the blades.

   Repeat first verse
So if you like a spot of boating now and then.............