| I’ve saved a little bit of money from Christmas gone
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| What with my Birthday nearly due
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| I’m dressing up as Guy in the shopping arcade
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| Have you a penny for a boy named blue?
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| I’ve seen it advertised on TV shows
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| Flashed up on the evening news
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| My local M.P. |
| said I should grin and bear it
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| But I’d rather go and blow her fuse
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| Right on, right off!
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| Right off, right on
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| Right on, right off!
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| Right off, right on
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| Let me tell you a little tale of naughty’s
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| On the estate I used to loathe
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| I aimed 30 rockets at a Shilling each
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| You should have seen their front door’s go
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| Right on, right off!
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| Right off, right on
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| Right on, right off!
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| Right off, right on
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| Let it talk CB
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| Fireball XL sitting in the window
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| Just waiting for a match to come
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| You’re looking so so sad in your pretty coloured frock
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| Don’t let that make up on your eye balls run
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| I got my little lot of money from a cherished friend
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| His name was piggy but he wasn’t to know
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| He hit my god-damn hammer like a wall of bricks
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| You should have seen his pig tail go
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| Right on, right off!
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| Right off, right on
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| Right on, right off!
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| Right off, right on
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| Fireball XL propped up at my window
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| Wondering what on earth it’s to do!
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| Now that it’s gone from the window of the shopping arcade
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| Everybody’s looking for a boy named blue
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| Blue who
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| Blue who
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| Blue who
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| Blue who
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| Quack, quack, quack, quack
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| Oink, oink, oink, oink
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| Woof, woof, woof, woof
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| Bridit, bridit, bridit, bridit
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| Albert, albert
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| Don’t call us we’ll call you |