Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Permissive Twit, artist - Gilbert O'Sullivan. Date of issue: 31.12.1970
Song language: English
Permissive Twit |
| Oh Heaven help our Linda |
| She’s really done it now |
| What’s more it’s all so obvious |
| I mean her stomachs sticking out |
| If father tells me' mother |
| She’s bound to have a fit |
| Followed by a neat convulsion |
| Thanks to our permissive twit |
| She thinks his name was Ronald |
| Or was it Sid or Len |
| The only thing that’s certain |
| Is that it wasn’t Bill or Ben |
| Our parish priest God bless him |
| The very reverend Father Pitt |
| Will no doubt be preaching sermons |
| To our dear Permissive Twit |
| By now the word |
| Will no doubt have been heard |
| By almost every bleeding nosy parker in our alley all except that is |
| Our own great aunt Liz |
| Who I hear’s been deaf since the day our Grace recorded Sally, Sally, Sally |
| Unless we raise the money |
| She’ll have to let it out |
| What I mean is she will have to |
| Have it the right way wrong way about |
| In other words let nature |
| Take its course and do its bit |
| For the sake of those concerned with |
| Own dear permissive |
| Dear permissive twit |