Handbags at 3 o'clock Lyrics

It really is lovely here isn't it dear

Yes

You know I feel the urge for a bit

a bit of a whistle

Oh he's at it again next door with that tuneless bloody whistle

Oi Roger Whittaker

Give it a bleeding rest

I'm afraid I don't much like your tone

I'll come over there in a minute and put that whistle when the sun don't shine mate

Well I'd like to see you try

Right

Roll up

Roll up

There's a fight about to start

Roll up

They've got their handbags out

You can get your popcorn here

Ther's been a shout I'll knock your teeth right down your throat

Oh yeah

But they'll probably end up hugging one another

Roll up

Roll up

There's a fight it's kicking off

Roll up

There might be fisticuffs

Put them up

Hark at Muhammed Ali

Get yourself a ringside seat

Maybe it will turn out to be

Nothing much to see

Or they might end up

Half killing one another

Now come on gentlemen I'm sure we can resolve this

Without resorting to violence

Why

Do you want some

No No I just think we should sit down over a cup of tea and talk

Well there's nothing to talk about

So get out of the way Vicar

I'm going to knock his bloody head off

Oh dear oh my

You absolute founder

I'm going to put one right on you

Well I warn you I'm pretty handy so watch out

Looks like someone's bottling it

Or maybe not

It's hard to tell

But both saved by the bell

They'll probably end up cuddling one another

They'll probably end up hugging one another

Ah bless

You know that chap next door

He's an all right fellow really

Next door

He's a lovely guy

He's like a brother to me