Oh dear me and sugar plumbs, Rich!
I really don't know what you do!
Cos you always go a-skankin'
And I have no idea what they do!
I think they jump all over the place?
And maybe get a headache too!
I think they must be mental…
Oh dear, what can one do!
So I asked him to show me the dance,
And oh lordy, golly gee!
He bopped like mad all around the place!
As happy as a humming bee!
So I asked when he'd stop doing it,
And this is what he did say;
‘I'm never going to stop, not ever!
Cos I'm doing this till the end of my day!'
So then I asked what about when he's 70?
And Rich did tell me true!
‘I'm still going to be a-skankin'!
Cos it's the best thing that I can do!
And when I'm 70 I'll get a zimmer!
And bop the night away!
As long as I have my hearing aid in,
Then I will be more than ok!'
Oh blimey I think to myself!
I think Rich has maybe lost the plot!
Cos I can just see him; at 70!
His body all bent and shot!!!
Well we really had a laugh at that!
But this is what I say to him!
Rich, if that's what you wana do!
Then you're gona be fit for the bin!
But I guess at a push I just might…
Lend him my electric-blue chair!
Then he can do the wheelchair shank,
And jump around without an arthritic care!
Won't ya Rich!
So to my little Indian mate!
Have yourself a fantastic day;
Cos I really have to say it kid,
I guess you really are ok!