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Sideways through the sewers of the strand

On a Sunday afternoon

Sideways through the sewers of the strand

Will be our honeymoon

Ankle deep folks in sludge dear

We’ll walk hand in hand

They do say that the sewers of the strand

Are the finest in the land

Sideways through the sewers of the Strand

Will be paradise for two

Who cares if the atmosphere is blue

'Cause there’s nothing wrong

With a good old British pong

Sideways through the sewers of the Strand with you…

Ah my darling little bride

We meet by accident folks, she ran over me with a tram

Her name was Buler, mine was Jim

I was glad they called me Jim, folks, because that was my name

I found that she had been going out with an Irish dentist called Phil

McCavity

He walked with a pronounced limp, l-i-m-p pronounced limp, folks

Oh the worry turned me grey

This gave me a strange appearance as I was bald at the time

Ah, the first time I met her was late early one morning in Spring

There was a heavy dew on the grass

He had just been thrown out of a synagogue for eating during the sermon

I told her «Darling, let me take you away from the squalor you live

In, and live in the squalor I live in»

So, we were married in the Spring, folks

We had the reception in the pond

There was plenty to drink folks

And then off we went! Folks!

Sideways through those naughty sewers of the naughty

Strand will be a paradise for two, not one but two, folks

Who cares if the atmosphere is blue. Phew!

'Cause there’s nothing wrong, is there

With a good old old British PONG!

Sideways through the sewers of the Strand with you

I don’t mean maybe

(some chattering)

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