My Marge



	My Marge is such a delight

	She thrills me at night

	The second I turn out the light



	My Marge is peaches to me

	When no-one can see

	She snuggle up is heavenly



	My Marge squeeze me sqeeze me

	Take me home for tea

	Let's not stay out too late

	Cause your mother will be cross

	And I'll be down across her knee

	Y'know

	

	My Marge speaks double dutch

	She's so ripe to touch

	That's why I love her very much



	O three three o

	And take me home for tea

	Let's not stay out too late

	Or your mother will be cross

	And I'll be down across her knee

	Y'know



	My Marge is such a delight

	She thrills me at night

	The second I turn out the light



	O three three o ooh ooh!

	Y'know my Marge

	I know

	She's a nice girl y'know

	I know

	She picks her nose

	Ugh!

	Throws the brown lumps over the right side

	The green lumps over the left side

	And everybody else says goodnight!