Dirty Postcards

I thought it was a joke when you called me up

And said you needed ironing

There were creases in your facial lining

Won t you have a little rest when they turn out the lights

A nice cup of tea and you ll be feeling alright

Don t fret, you ll recover yet you ll see

So keep on sending dirty postcards back to me

Back to me, back to me


I thought it was a lark when you phoned my dad

And told him that you d have to catch the measles

You re flesh was being ripped to shreds by weasels

Won t you have a little rest when they turn out the lights

A nice cup of tea and you ll be feeling alright

Don t fret, you ll recover yet you ll see

So keep on sending dirty postcards back to me

Back to me, back to me

T was on the Norfolk Broads, we were punting one day

You received a nasty bump on the he--ead

And you ve never been the same since needless to say

How I wish it could have been me instead

I wish it could have been me inste-------ead

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I thought it was a prank when you wired the Pope

To say you d a vision of an aardvark

Who was perpetrating ghastly deeds with Saint Ma--aa----ark

Won t you have a little rest when they turn out the lights

A nice cup of tea and you ll be feeling alright

Don t fret, you ll recover yet you ll see

So keep on sending dirty postcards back to me

So keep on sending dirty postcards back to me

So keep on sending dirty postcards back to me

Back to me, back to me