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Letra de Al O'Peesha
Well, he works in a bank from nine to five,
An' he goes for a wank and a sneaky hand jive,
He's bald as a coot, coz he plays pink flute, he's a slap-head and a baldy, an' he's right down t' wood,
He won't get herpes he can't pull fluff,
We call him fairy, rear admiral, poof.
He drinks Dubonnet, an he don't understand,
Coz He's happily married to his left and right hands

Al O'Peesha, Al O'Peesha I think that Duncan Goodhew wants to meet you.
Al O'Peesha, Al O'Peesha I think that Duncan Goodhew wants to meet you.

He's thinner than Yul Brynner, an he's smoother than Kojak,
But he supped some Boddies bitter, and his thatch it grew back,
Now there's fanny batter round him, an he's always pulling crack,
But he used fer t' have brown hair but the new bit's grown back black.

Al O'Peesha, Al O'Peesha, I think that Duncan Goodhew wants to meet you.
Al O'Peesha, Al O'Peesha I think that Duncan Goodhew wants to meet you.

He's the one with the shiny pate, he flogs his bishop, never never copulates,
And his hair falls out when he masturbates, An Duncan Goodhew's a very good mate.
Al O'Peesha, Al O'Peesha I think that Duncan Goodhew wants to meet you.
Al O'Peesha, Al O'Peesha I think that Duncan Goodhew wants to meet you.