Rolf Harris: Someones pinched me winkles
Ah Rolf, a veritable goldmine of dodgy songs. Probably a bit late for the show but this one reminds me of being on a Youth Club weekend away in the seventies (I was about 6, my parents were running the w/e) and everyone latching on to this one at the disco. It was played 7 or 8 times in one evening as I recall.

Here's some lyrics:

The Cockney tribes in Britain were meeting for the games
Held annually, once a year, along the River Thames,
The scene was quiet and peaceful, the snow lay on the ground
The Cockneys by their cooking pots were huddled all around.
The chief was in his tepee his face all lined with wrinkles
When up the river came the cry
"someone's pinched me winkles!"
Me winkles have been pinched (oobie dooby) me winkles have been pinched,
Now some people say it's a load of old nonsense but a winkle's got a lot of vitamin contents
Never win that race tomorrow I'll be a big disgrace tomorrow
I'll search the blinking place tomorrow, but tomorrow is too late
Some rotter's pinched me winkles off me plate.
(I turned round and wheeeet, they were gone)

et cetera
(Neilster, Thu 4 Dec 2003, 14:33, Reply)