a mug of coffee
a nice cup of tea
a nice bar of toffee
a nice view of sea
sitting on a sofa
or sitting on a chair
no im no loafer
holidaying so there
striding down the prom
sitting on the beach
talking to someones mom
her butt-ox i do leach
met up a little later
had a bit of nooky
in strode the waiter
shouted she's a hooky
didn't care holidaying
it was proper fun
but now im praying
as she's me mates mum
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