I first met Nellie 'Awkins
down the Old Kent Road.
Her drawers were hanging down,
'Cos she'd been with Charlie Brown,
I pressed a filthy tanner
in her filthy bleeding hand.
'Cos she was a low dozen whore.
She wore no blouses And I wore no trousers,
And she wore no underclothes,
And when she caressed me
She damn near undressed me
It's a thrill that no one knows.
I went to the doctor,
He said, "Where did you block 'er?"
I said, "Down where the green grass grows."
He said, quick as a twinkle,
The pimple on your winkle
Will be bigger than a red, red rose."