Albert toils in his jelly boutique
Albert's foil is jelly unique
Albert toils in his jelly boutique
Albert's foil is jelly unique
And how the menfolk rush to his jellies and creams
Slick back bare roots to well oiled vaselines
Albie ain't new and Albie ain't old
He's just an inbetween advancement who hasn't yet been told
That life is for breathing, not sitting alone
Albert toils in his jelly boutique
Albert's foil is jelly unique
And how the menfolk rush to his jellies and creams
Slick back bare roots to well oiled vaselines
Albie ain't new and Albie ain't old
He's just an inbetween advancement who hasn't yet been told
That life is for breathing, not sitting alone
He's only often nice
He's only ever sweet
He wants to leave his mark
So he gives me his arm
Often in the week
Disarmament, I give my arm to you
Disenchantment, I made this chant for you
Disarmament, I give my arm to you
Disenchantment, I made this chant for you
Disarmament, I give my arm to you
Disenchantment, I made this chant for you
Disarmament, I give my arm to you
Disenchantment, I made this chant for you
Writer(s): Susan Whitby
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