Theres lovers looped in last in sudden boast
Of conquests caught on casual kisses done
You start to tuttut ticked off reel then run
You pass on pseudo pal and perfect host
Theres lovers left in lurch in sudden roast
Of conquests stuck on clever kisses won
You start to tsktsk ticked off shake then shun
You pass on lonely foe and friendly ghost
Youve sunk in social status his as peer
Yet never numb as bot youd sooner die
Your prop is lemon juice it makes you jeer
Your prop is onion mist it makes you cry
If every second child is born a boy
Youll find one day one biased to jig you joy
Chorus boy chico pueri
