Post making contest 3.0

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.

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

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