Milkman is thrown, his bottle's away
His work is all over for the rest of the day
Mrs. Magoon, he throws a darning aside
Puts on a coat that smells of love,
he deserts his only brand
Cos he's leading the band
Magistrate serving cups of
Everyone buys yellow stars made of wool
Mrs. Grass makes a fortune
reading tea leaves and palms
Naughty Fitzwilliam helps the
helps his pencil on the ground
Mrs. Pringle organises games
Women's girls compare their hats
and chatter hard about the slacks
And isn't it a shame that little Sally's in
And mothers warn their daughters
not to talk to any dirty old man
Flags and confetti, a girl very pretty
The beauty of Thatchwick turns
Cheeky gaze is on to the musical priest
The Rev erend Raymond Brown
turns his straight face to the ground
And he mumbles acts of prayer,
cause he fancies her like mad
And the Reverend Raymond Brown