[bad word] Anna Marie, the girl I adore,
Anna Marie the one I live for.
I'd travel the world, o'er land and sea,
I'd never find one like you, Anna Marie.

We went to the open air theatre,
One summers night in the park.
Soon I had to excuse myself,
And I wandered off in the dark.
I got back to my seat next to her,
I'd not been gone more than a minute.
I said, "How was the show?"
She said, "You ought to know you,"
Silly great fool you were in it.

Oh but [bad word] 

She invited me round for my birthday,
To show me just how she could cook.
She made some flaky pastry,
It tasted like a wet book.
But she had to admit that the cake that I bought,
Really wasn't too bad.
She said she'd light the 28 candles,
That were on the slice that she had.

Oh but [bad word] 

She said, "Now we're alone lets get cozy,
I'll put something [bad word] on."
And I sat there biting my fingernails,
For the full half an hour she was gone.
The door burst open she stood there,
With all of me mates from the docks,
And they all sang 'Happy Birthday to You',
And all I had on was me socks.

Oh but [bad word]