O for the hob nob it’s golden brown
O for the rich tea a-sinking down,
That silts up my cup and sugars my teeth
À dentists friend and a workers relief.
Give me your kit-Kat. Give me your wispa
Your midget gems and that heavenly mars ba’.
O suck not the gob-stoppers tangy ball
It’s better that I remove them all.
It’ll save you from sin if I take all the biscuits
The vienesse fingers, the shortbread, the thing is
I’ll help you stop eating these sweet confections
By salving my current sad recollections!
O bring me your hobnobs of golden brown
The rich- tea that’s sinking down.
O give me the Jaffa, the custard cream
The bourbon pack tell me it’s not a dream.
I’ll be good till Christmas on vegetable bakes
Eat salads and tuna that comes in flakes
But on that day let Saint Nick be on time
With chocolates and sweeties and the odd glass of wine.
Ruby&Ruch 