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Last Tango in Cleethorpes


Frend the name's James Frend he said.
You probably won't have heard of me
Unless you frequent those few places
That serve the waltz with afternoon tea.
With his well polished long grey hair
And his immaculate lounge three piece
He eyed me over his cigarette smoke
A creature so completely at his ease.
I mix with the blue rinsed crowd
I mould and bend them to my will
I think it can be safely said.
My sole mission is to thrill.
Most surely it is a fact -
I never fail to totally please,
My area of expertise being that
Between the navel and the knees.
Don't let their grey hairs fool you
There's many an inventive game
Played with imaginative use
Of lightweight Zimmer frames.
Ah the orchestra are returning
This converse must now end
Nice to have made the acquaintance.
Frend, the names Frend, James Frend.




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