They say the Prince Consort was afflicted, you know With medical defects of many sorts And even a disease of an anti-social nature He'd picked up from the Northern German ports General Impediment With your medical equipment To purge excess sediment from the depths of the spleen Plumbers by appointment To His Majesty Prince Albert You'll never make a whipping boy of me
For I'm Mr Robert Dye, commercial traveller I worked my way up to Managing Director Of Sphincter and Linctus, Manufacturers Our remedies cure all the maladies That daren't speak their names Woe betide the malaise that stands in my way General Impediment, you've had your day Time gentlemen please, and good night ladies
I wash my contact lenses in a kettle It really is the quickest, cleanest way I removed all my hair one day and bought a nice toupee Cos I've never liked my own hair anyway Never get undressed in front of the window honey People will think I married you for the money I dress up as Ghandi It impresses foreign clients, you see I like breast milk, but never in my tea
Cos I'm Mr Robert Dye, commercial traveller What's sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander The animals talk to me, I talk to them When we rule the world you'll be sorry Catch my drift, going my way Say no more, hi-de-hey A nudge is as good as a wink at the end of the day 18 Wheeler, best band in the world Good night ladies
Trudy my mother had me by Caesarian Grandmother Schlump got shoved under a tram Lotte, mum's twin, said the Aryans did her in For refusing to be beastly to anyone
For I'm Robert Dye, commercial traveller This life can be hard but keep up your dander God bless my family and my career If it wasn't for sediment we'd never be here General Impediment just wait and see You're far from seeing the back end of me I'll have you on your knees, time gentlemen please And goodnight ladies
Compositor: Nicholas John Currie (Currie Nick) ECAD: Obra #30834919