the naughty boy

i remember the rollockings

my grandma used to give

the memory of those bollockings

will remain as long as i live.

playing with my favourite toy

one night late in bed

i did'nt know i was a ''naughty boy''

the thought never entered my head.

i never heard her knocking

she just stormed in through the door

screaming ''filthy'',''disgusting''.''shocking''

then grandma made my bottom sore.

i know she got satisfaction

but all she had to say was ''geoff'

don't you know your action

is bound to send you deaf.

listen to what i'm saying

you dirty little brat

or you won't hear a bloody thing

and you'll go as blind as a bat .

well i refused to listen to lasses

even grandma's mad tirade

now i wear jam jar bottom glasses

and a massive hearing aid.