Gilbert O'sullivan - Permissive Twit Lyrics
Oh heaven help our lindaShe's really done it nowWhat's more it's all so obviousI mean her stomachs sticking outIf father tells me' motherShe's bound to have a fitFollowed by a neat convulsionThanks to our permissive twitShe thinks his name was ronaldOr was it sid or lenThe only thing that's certainIs that it wasn't bill or benOur parish priest god bless himThe very reverend father pittWill no doubt be preaching sermonsTo our dear permissive twitBy now the wordWill no doubt have been heardBy almost every bleeding nosy parker in our alleyAll except that isOur own great aunt lizWho i hear's been deaf since the day our graceRecorded sally, sally, sally(break)Unless we raise the moneyShe'll have to let it outWhat i mean is she will have toHave it the right way wrong way aboutIn other words let natureTake its course and do its bitFor the sake of those concerned withOwn dear permissiveDear permissive twit