I've got a girl (who I love very much) but I'm in a state, mate.
Every time we arrange to meet she's always late, mate.
Foggy or fine,
She's never on time.
Honest, it's a crime.
I'm
Fed up to the teeth with the likes of she
And if you see her you can tell her from me!
I remember in the Spring (when love's the thing) she said, "Never fear, dear,
I'll meet you by the old cow shed, or somewhere near, dear".
Sitting on a plough,
I was chatting up a cow.
Finished up having a row.
Now
A farmer's boy I'll never be
And if you see her you can tell her from me!
In the Autumn, waiting in the breeze
I was standing up to my ears in leaves.
Now Winter's here (I don't give a damn) I won't in the snow go.
Don't ask me 'cos I'll tell you now, the answer's "No go!"
Here I'll stay every flippin' day,
Hoping she'll stay away,
A
Merry Christmas it's gonna be
And if you see her you can tell her from me!
Late September, waiting in the rain
I remember, and I'm not having that again!
Now Winter's here (I don't give a damn) I won't in the snow go.
Don't ask me 'cos I'll tell you now, the answer's "No go!"
Here I'll stay every flippin' day,
Hoping she'll stay away,
A
Merry Christmas it's gonna be
And if you see her you can tell her from me!