And who could forget this old song, half remembered by Rambling Syd from a drunken old grunger's apprentice, and set to an old traditional tune he wrote himself:

I'll sing you one-oh
Green grows me bogling fork
What is your one-oh?
One is the grunge upon my splod, masking my cordwangle.

I'll sing you two-oh,
Green grows my bogling fork
What is your two-oh?
Two are me loomin' thrums
See how they gangle
One is the grunge upon my splod
Masking my cordwangle

I'll sing you three -oh
Green grows me bogling fork
What is your three-oh?
Three are the times I've lunged my groats
Two are my loomin' thrums
See how they gangle,
One is the grunge upon my splod,
Masking my cordwangle

I'll sing you four-oh
Green grows me bogling fork
What is your four-oh?
Four for me wurdlers bent-oh
Three are the times I've lunged me groats
Two are me loomin' thrums,
See how they gangle
One is the grungle upon my splod
Masking my cordwangle

I'll sing you five-oh
Green grows me bogling fork
What is your five-oh?
Five are the wogglers up my spong
Four for my wurdlers bent-oh
Three are the times I've lunged my groats
Two are me loomin' thrums,
See how they gangle,
One is the grungle upon my splod -
It's ruined my cordwangle.