Some song lyrics misheard over the cafe hubbub…

But first…
Dulltown, Europe: Today’s joke is the one about the Prime Minister and his pirate father’s treasure chest buried on a Caribbean tropical island. Oh, how we chortled under the stairs back at 10 Downing Street,

‘Oh, Gladstone, Gladstone…’
‘Deep mouse, I’m in the creep now.’
‘Kelly-door, should I whistle?’
‘Push away, fun hide fidget oh-oh!’
‘Whum, I don’t think…’
‘A night-spade girl, when I’m moody.’
‘Don’t be my troll, do do do…’
‘Bubble down, fresh baby fresh…’
‘Noo moon, catch me catch me!’
‘The moustache will follow reality.’
‘Taps ti-tee, follow me!…’
‘Me-ee-ee, some delph now, rough you too.’
‘Feeble fire, feeble fire, maybe baby.’
‘And all your flue glue, oo-oo-ooh.’
‘Give me this monument girl.’
‘What that no brings you nuthin’ woo-oo-oo.’
‘A pig moment here and now…’
‘No love me too-oo, oh oh.’
‘Shape, mark-a-mark, omna-peely-do!’
‘Now you carpy-carpy, not too careful I.’
‘I found out, peanut porn girl…’
‘Feel my face and go.’
‘Fun rolls funerals, yes I’m wrong now.’
‘Trousers a-day, wah-e-owi-ah!’
‘Now you’ve taken all the tea!…’
‘I’m digging, in my ego now.’

About Dave Whatt

Grumpy old surrealist artist, musician, postcard maker, bluesman, theatre set designer, and debonair man-about-town. My favourite tools are the plectrum and the pencil...
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