"I'll tell you a story about a geezer called the Winkle Man, a right dirty sod!

The Winkle [bad word] down the street
And serves all the ladys
What do you know, nine months on,
They've all got cramps and babys

"The funny thing about, he was right little shrimp!"

He used to sell them cellary
And according to the dirty talk
He asked them what they liked best:
The [bad word] end, or the stalk!

"No wonder why a woman used [bad word] in here with a smile on her face, I'll smash his face in!"

He'd go down to his local pub
For a pint and a packet of Brisk's
The barmaid's got a 48
And he always grabs her [bad word]  like coconuts!

girl he had was a noisy bird
She used to scream and moan
She shouted 'help!' He said 'you silly cow,
I can manage on me own'

"What, do you want to bring the neighbors in then? Oh what do you want, a gang bang then?"

She said 'I was a virgin,
Now I've been dumped twice in a day'
He said 'Twice?, But it's only once'
She said 'right, you gonna dash away?'

"Allright, be gentle with me, it's only my second time . . . today"

When he was young and in his prime
He'd have a woman any old time
Now he's old and getting gray
He seems to, like the, other way!

"Well I suppose there's no harm in him being a shirt-lifter, it just means there's more birds for all the fellows in the pub!"

[Winkle Man]: "Winkle, Winkle!"
[Judge Dread]: "Oh christ, here [bad word] again! [bad word] boys in bondage. Do you want a drink?"
[W. M.]: "Yes please sailor"
[J. D.]: "Who are you calling sailor? I'll smash you in the gut!"
[W. M.]: "Up your's, butch!"
[J. D.]: "I'll give you up your's! You, bum burgler! Take that!