Arthur Askey and Dougie-Wougie Bader went down to the Animal Farm Dougie bored a boar with his stories from the war And explained about the boil on his palm Napoleon very pink offered both of them a drink And a drink and a drink and a drink Come the hour of four they were legless to be sure And not one of them had even had a wink of sleep And everybody sang as loud as they could: “Two legs bad but four legs good” This made the boys feel pretty oppressed Came the new realm, it was A.A. at the helm While Dougers played ‘Luftwaffe’ on the roofs After amputating limbs all the others wrote new hymns And a signpost read ‘Second-hand hooves’ Years passed by, double grazing in the sty It was good, but it was total apathy Everybody arsed around and that ‘Beasts of England’ sound Had been ruined by a busy busy bee And chants were heard from the East to the West “Four legs good but no legs best” Invalidity reigned supreme And chants were heard from the East to the West “Four legs good but no legs best” One-time visitors were now the regime
Was, an image of Marty Feldman that sparked the conversation, you all know the joke, poor taste though
