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
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.