Flo
and Joe they liked to go
Every Sunday afternoon
On a bike made for two they travelled far.
But Flo lived in Totterdown
They girt steep hills they got her down
She said, ‘Joe you’ll have to go and buy
a motor car’.
But Joe he bought a banger
‘Twas there he dropped a clanger
For everytime he take his girly out
From pub or club or football ground
He couldn’t turn the damn thing round
Everywhere he’d go you’d hear them shout.
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Oh, thee’s got’n where thee cassn’t
back’n hassn’t
He’s gott’n in a fine old mess somehow
He’s never oughta stuck’n in there dissant
Now what bis gonna do about it now
Thee’s cop a packet if thee cassn’t shift’n
A copper always turns up from somewhere
O arrh thee’s been and got’n where thee
cassn’t back’n hassn’t
‘ow bis gonna get it out of there
Flo and
Joe they liked to go
Shopping every Saturday
Their little motor car was all they need
But Joe got stopped
Down round the centre
Up a street he cussn’t enter
How he cried when he tried
To get through to Broad Mead
He got hot round the collar
And Flo began to holler
And the traffic warden said, ‘You can’t
park here’
‘Shut up, mutt’ said Joe and put
His back wheel on the warden’s foot
All of Bristol heaved a mighty cheer.
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One fine
day on holiday
They took the motor car abroad
With a brand new GB plate they’d head for France
For Flo and Joe were keen to see
The night delights of gay Parie
Snatch an hour up Eiffel Tower
And grab some quick romance
But ‘twas near the Place Pigalle
Got jammed up a back alley
And woke up everybody in Monmarray [Montmartra]
Gendarme said ’Ooh la la, oui oui’
And Joe said ‘Don’t tell I tell ‘ee’
‘They Parasites all hollered out real hartay’
[Chorus]
