I'm sore dismayed! I wrote a song for the challenge, but when I submitted it, it just disappeared! And I wrote it right here so that I don't have a copy; I doubt that this recreation will be half as good.

THE STORE WAS FULL OF MARVELS
(The Banks Are Made of Marble)

I've pilfered cross this sceptered isle,
John O'Groats down to Land's End.
Things of all kinds, would blow your mind
If laid out end to end.

But small stuff began to bore me
I wante one big score
So that when wealth came, I'd earn my fame,
Then I heard of Agent Provocateur.

CHORUS:

'Tis a store that's full of marvels,
Satin bras and lace-trimmed drawers,
Suspender belts of exotic pelts
That a Playboy reader would adore.

Breaking in was easy
Flimsy frou-frous filled our lorry;
A scarlet bustier was making me lustier
Which means never having to say you're sorry!

Back at the flat we sorted the loot,
Found no two bits alike.
But we found it tough to fence the stuff
And were told to take a hike.

CHORUS

So here we sit midst naughty bits
Looking forward to being Yuletide Santys
Whose ambitious folly produced no lolly
Hope our girlfriens like split-crothed panties.

So wide boys and burglars all
Of one thing you can be sure:
You may polish your knob but you won't make a bob
At Agent Provacteur!

CHORUS


line breaks fixed by mudelf ;-)