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    Rolf Harris »

    Rolf Harris Someone’s Pinched Me Winkles текст песни

    Someone’s Pinched Me Winkles

    The Cockney tribes in Britain were meeting for the games

    Held annually, once a year, along the River Thames,

    The scene was quiet and peaceful, the snow lay on the ground

    The Cockneys by their cooking pots were huddled all around.

    The chief was in his tepee his face all lined with wrinkles

    When up the river came the cry

    "someone’s pinched me winkles!"

    Me winkles have been pinched (oobie dooby) me winkles have been pinched,

    Now some people say it’s a load of old nonsense but a winkle’s got a lot of vitamin contents

    Never win that race tomorrow I’ll be a big disgrace tomorrow

    I’ll search the blinking place tomorrow, but tomorrow is too late

    Some rotter’s pinched me winkles off me plate.

    (I turned round and wheeeet, they were gone)

    The tears of sheer frustration started trickling down his face, well

    He’d set his heart on winning in the gruelling barrow race,

    Without his final winkle feed his training scheme was shot

    He staggered round the camp ground shouting "someone’s pinched the lot"

    Me winkles have been pinched (oobie dooby) me winkles have been pinched

    Beef or carrots or a dash of cucumber

    As far as I’m concerned that’s a load of old lumber

    I’ll never win the race tomorrow, he’s got me in disgrace tomorrow

    He’d better not show his face tomorrow, he’ll end up in a fight

    But me I need them winkles here tonight.

    (now I want ‘em, now, not tomorrow or the next day)

    They called the wise old medicine man who shuffled up and said

    "I’m levying a winkle tax one winkle each per head"

    They made a grand collection from every tucker pot

    Then stood around, the shells and all, they made me eat the lot

    I’ve got me winkles back (oobie dooby) I’ve got me winkles back

    Now I know I’ve been grumping and grousing

    But I never thought I’d get two or three thousand

    I’ll never win that race tomorrow, I can’t go in that race tomorrow

    I couldn’t stand the pace tomorrow, I’m much to blinking fat

    I’ll never face a winkle after that.

    Phew — I think I’ll go and try out something new, you know, just to see how it feels

    I think I’ll have a dash at some jellied eels.

    (Excuse me a minute while I just get this newspaper off this bit of jellied eel here).

    Mmm — that’s lovely;

    Here, you with the winkle barrow, "hello"

    as far as I’m concerned you can stick your perishing winkles right… back in the sea

    - it’s jellied eels for me.

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