Poppy Jones's Garden Lyrics

Well well well dear Mrs Jones Poppy Jones

Mrs Jones

Why

You should be consorting with that lot!

Mrs Jones

No sir!

Well she lives 'round the corner

Oh no

Poppy Jones

Your garden's bigger than your MP's home

Light snow

Good to go

You're one smooth rider on a bumpy road

Light load

Bitch and moan

Push more product and you'll make more dough

Uh oh

Poppy Jones

I think that gardens gonna steal the show

Ah ah

Ah oh

Poppy

Jones

Uh oh

Poppy Jones

It's all 'bout how you gonna let 'em grow

In vogue

Don't ya know

It's not quite polite to put it up your nose

High tide

Comes and goes

You're sinking faster now it's past your toes

Uh oh

Everybody knows

That poppy jones garden overflows

Ah ah

Ah oh

Poppy

Jones

Big shot

Lock and load

I hope that nobody's gonna take that blow

Oh no

what's the dose?

I think she's worried that you'll get too close

Green eyes

Turn to Stone

Medusa's dressing up as Poppy Jones

Knock knock

Anybody home?

I think she turned ya 'to a garden gnome!

Oh no

Mrs Jones

I don't miss feeling like I'm missing bones

Stop hold

Stop the show

I think I saw her down in Mexico

Too slow

Rock and roll

Has one more minute 'til it steals your soul

Goodbye

Poppy Jones

That garden finally swallowed you whole

Ah ah

Ah oh

Poppy

Jones

Poppy

Jones

Poppy

Jones