Slap-dab, slap-dab, up and down the brickwork, slap-dab all day long, In and out the corners, round the Johnny Horners, we were a pair of fair clean goners, Slap-dab, slap with the whitewash brush - Talk about a fancy ball, But I put more whitewash on the old woman than I did upon the garden wall.
I like it when current events give an old song a new meaning - like Clinton did with:
The End of me Old Cigar, Ta-ra-ta-ra-ta-rar, I walk down Picadilly, I'm a regular lah-did-dah, I may not be good looking, But they reckon that I'm a star, for I tickle the Ladies' Fancy With the End of me Old Cigar