THERE'S A TROLLOP UP ELMWOOD STREET


I'd walk across the M.1.
I'd trek through the Amazon
I'D BE A SPANISH MATADOR, 
NOWT WOULD BE TOO RISKY FOR ME
I'd loop the loop in a Jumbo
I'd box with Frankie Bruno
I could do anything, dance in a lions den
But i'm never gonna walk up Elmwood Street again

 There's a slag, there's a trollop up Elmwood Street
 A man's not safe to walk up there alone
 A dirty bag, there's a trollop up Elmwood Street
 There's a tart, bag, slut, slag, trollop, up Elmwood Street

I'd fence with a sword that was blunt
I'd hitch a lift from James Hunt
I could do anything....

 There's a slag, there's a trollop up Elmwood Street
 A man's not safe to walk up there alone
 A dirty bag, there's a trollop up Elmwood Street
 There's a tart, bag, slut, slag, trollop, up Elmwood Street

 There's a slag, there's a trollop up Elmwood Street
 A man's not safe to walk up there alone
 A dirty bag, there's a trollop up Elmwood Street
 There's a tart, bag, slut, slag, trollop, up Elmwood Street

...Say no more.

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