I'll sing you one oh,
Green grow my nadgers oh!
Audience: What is your one oh?
One's the grunge upon my splod, masking my cordwangle.
I'll sing you two oh,
Green grow my nadgers oh!
Audience: What is your two oh?
Two are me loominthrumbs, see how they jangle,
One's the grunge upon my splod, masking my cordwangle.
I'll sing you three oh,
Green grow my nadgers oh!
Audience: What is your three oh?
Three are the times I've lunged my groats,
Two are me loominthrumbs, see how they jangle,
One's the grunge upon my splod, masking my cordwangle.
I'll sing you four oh,
Green grow my nadgers oh!
Audience: What is your four oh?
Four's my wurdler's bent oh,
Three are the times I've lunged my groats,
Two are me loominthrumbs, see how they jangle,
One's the grunge upon my splod, masking my cordwangle.
I'll sing you five oh,
Green grow my nadgers oh!
Audience: What is your five oh?
Five are the woglers up my spong,
Four for my wurdler's bent oh,
Three are the times I've lunged my groats,
Two are me loominthrumbs, see how they jangle,
Syd Rumpo: One's the grunge upon my splod, it's ruined my cordwangle:
Wa-a-angle
Green grow my nadgers oh!
Audience: What is your one oh?
One's the grunge upon my splod, masking my cordwangle.
I'll sing you two oh,
Green grow my nadgers oh!
Audience: What is your two oh?
Two are me loominthrumbs, see how they jangle,
One's the grunge upon my splod, masking my cordwangle.
I'll sing you three oh,
Green grow my nadgers oh!
Audience: What is your three oh?
Three are the times I've lunged my groats,
Two are me loominthrumbs, see how they jangle,
One's the grunge upon my splod, masking my cordwangle.
I'll sing you four oh,
Green grow my nadgers oh!
Audience: What is your four oh?
Four's my wurdler's bent oh,
Three are the times I've lunged my groats,
Two are me loominthrumbs, see how they jangle,
One's the grunge upon my splod, masking my cordwangle.
I'll sing you five oh,
Green grow my nadgers oh!
Audience: What is your five oh?
Five are the woglers up my spong,
Four for my wurdler's bent oh,
Three are the times I've lunged my groats,
Two are me loominthrumbs, see how they jangle,
Syd Rumpo: One's the grunge upon my splod, it's ruined my cordwangle:
Wa-a-angle