Jack Straw
I look nothing like him!
To the Agadoo ridim;
Iz-quier-do-do-do, like a Greyhound of his lead.
Iz-quier-do-do-do, like a Greyhound at top speed.
Down the left, down the right, scores one and slides upon his knees,
Come and watch him in flight, sing with the Brighton melody.
Repeat...
Awaits usual slating!
Iz-quier-do-do-do, like a Greyhound of his lead.
Iz-quier-do-do-do, like a Greyhound at top speed.
Down the left, down the right, scores one and slides upon his knees,
Come and watch him in flight, sing with the Brighton melody.
Repeat...
Awaits usual slating!