Bish Bash Bosh

(ho ho hah)

Bish bash bosh
It was back in the 80s when the frocks went posh
Yeah it was bish bash bosh
Just as long as you got your dosh

Splish splash splosh
Bolly Beluga talking all that tosh
Yeah it was splish splash splosh
Just as long as you got your dosh

Did your old girl moan, and your granddad weep
When they knocked down the pub in Liverpool Street?
It was under the dirty old stairs called the apples and pears (Yeah!)

With the pound note gone, and the coins come in
And the love and peace firmly in the bin
And the leader in and her shiny girls and boys

Bish bash bosh
Time that the hippies had a damn good wash
It was a big ships prow
'Cause we were into the 80s now

Then it was, "ok, ya!"
Going to Twickers in your daddy's car
Then it was, "oh my gosh!"
Which was pucker for bish bash bosh

And did your mate come round like he owned the earth
Saying you'll never guess what my house is worth?
Better buy one then 'cause they're shooting up round here ('Ere!)

Seven years ago he was moving sacks
Now he's mooching round with a Filofax
And he's in the pub with a wine instead of a beer