A fancy man on make and former lout
In gloves and collar wife the casual whore
Ill pull an idling punter by the snout
Jerk her unfettered pantaloons to fore
He owns a pipe Ill light its plug and puff
He owns a shirt same size as me in cut
Ill put it on and pluck at crease and fluff
The while they kiss arrear a curtain shut
His crown Ill clap if critical of look
His balls Ill kick at whiff of wild romance
A second pound allows him bowwow stance
Ive shouted shots of gin at barroom nook
The day job seamstress shell sew a blouse
In even stitches small suspicion rouse
Chorus blouse blose bluse
