My good man
 Have a care
 Your misuse of apostrophes is preposterous to me
 It offends my very soul
 From my brogues to my bowler
 Its a whole lot of guff
 And it makes me want to take you roughly
 By the lapels of your blazer
 And haze ya
 You're [bad word] ..it eludes me how you can be so [bad word]  And [bad word] believe that you can enter club Baretta
 So you'd better bust a move
 Or you'll be [bad word] up to within an inch of your life
 And I'll say to the doorman

 [bad word] 
 I'm going back inside
 To give him a piece of my mind
 I'm going back inside
 To give him a piece of my mind
 I'm going back inside
 To give him a piece of my mind
 I'm going back inside
 To give him a piece of my mind

 Wilson's going to let me back in you know
 You're for it now!
 He'll cry as I return
 Brandishing my brolly
 It's your folly you know
 You should never have tried
 To get inside in those clothes
 They're an abomination
 Such an establishment
 Could only condone your banishment
 I need to chasten you
 I hasten you add that your brother
 Alvie Scuffy's not [bad word]  Or his mates
 The little blatherscates...

 [bad word]