Half a pound of flour and lard Makes lovely clacker.
Just enough for you and me, Gor bugger Janner.
Oh how happy us will be, When us gets to the West country,
Where the Oggies grow on trees.
Gor bugger Janner.
You make fast, I'll make fast, Make fast the lugger.
You make fast, I'll make fast, You silly bugger.
And we'll all go back to Oggie Land, to Oggie Land, to Oggie Land
And we'll all go back to Oggie Land, where they can't tell
Sugar from tissue paper, tissue paper, marmalade or Jam.
Oggie! Oggie! Oggie! - Oi! Oi! Oi! (Sung twice)
Oggie! - Oi! (Sung Twice)
Oggie! Oggie! Oggie! - Oi! Oi! Oi!
(P.S. Taffy the thief stole our cry from us).