IF-HE-IS-THE-LAUGHABLE-BARROOM-STAR-
FIND-I'LL-BE-YOUR-BEDROOM-STAR-DEAR-LADY !
The moon's a balloon
when you're poetry-driven,
and you're out on a limb
with that Errol Flynn,
just ask David Niven.
Up-the-stairs like Fred Astaire
girl let us go dancing,
I'll play the lodger
with you Ginger Rodgers,
high on our romancing.
Errol's drunk a barrel
and is now full of laughs.
He thinks he's a star.
Leave him in the bar.
Girl I want your autograph.
THE-CHRISTIAN-SOLDIER-
DECLARES-WAR-ON-JUICY-TELLY?
Sex on his telly?
No, not for he.
Bacon, egg that runs
inside a butty-bun,
sweet cup of tea,
films with big guns.
An extra-large family.
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