by Spike Milligan: My nose, my nose, lived dangerously. Its courage was no stunt. And during the war in Germany, it was always out front. Yet when the battle was o'er, And we had defeated the Hun, Suddenly, for no reason at all, My nose started to run.
To the tune of " O sole Mio". Are you lonesome tonight is your brassiere too tight Do your teeth drop down when you yawn Do the hairs on your chest Make a hole in your vest Are your knickers all tattered and torn Do you hold up your pants with a big safety pin Does your doublechin wobble when you try to grin Try as he might Spikes poetry's sh*te So there's no wonder he'll be lonesome to-night woo woo a woo.
