I'll be singing my little heart out tomorrow ....
My Hen Laid A Haddock
My hen laid a haddock, one hand oiled a flea,
Glad farts and centurions threw dogs in the sea,
I could stew a hare here and brandish Dan's flan,
Don's ruddy bog's blocked up with sand.
(Cytgan - Chorus)
Dad! Dad! Why...