Lyrics - D'you Ken Ted Mould? by Half Man Half Biscuit

Ah,
Ted!
It has to be said,
The {? juicy truth's ?} beyond us.
Rain, shine, on
Leopold
Stein,
His ribs remain intact.{?
Hedderly
Crup ?} is in my garden
Breaking wind! "
I beg your pardon!"
Don't go breathing!
Misery!
And don't you all agree?
No fears, the last ten good years,
Our statistics prove it,
That you'll pose on
Erskine's nose;
It's you who sets the pace.
On the cold and frosty morning,
Stop and howl {?
And ruse like warning: ?}
It's insulation for the nation.
That's the one for me!
No draft, 'cause that would be daft,
A feather acknowledges beauty.
And ball and chain that {? leaks on the pane ?}
Can only smash your nerves.
In the
Highland
Agencies
And with the best, it stands to please.
And no complaining whether it's raining.
Thanks to this {? tumultuous day! ?}

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