Arthur Lowe Lyrics

Arthur Lowe
Arthur Lowe's
The strangest body
Beneath his clothes
I mustn't, though (but did you know)
He's chicken's thighs and pigeon toes

And nothing grows
On Arthur Lowe
No flies, no hair
Moustachioed
He still is though
A mystery is Arthur Lowe

Went to sea
Pea green boat
The owl, the cat
And Arthur Lowe
Lent him five notes
Well I'll be blowed
The last I saw of Arthur Lowe