Yap Yap Yap

Yap Yap Yap
(Difford/Tilbrook)

Spreads so easy like peanut butter
Talks the birds from the trees
Keeps her heart for a one man lover
Crosses her hands on her knees

She likes her ball
On the end of her bat
The Old Man’s getting his
Yap Yap Yap Yap Yap

Yap Yap Yap on the doorstep
Yap Yap Yap under the washing line
Yap Yap Yap every evening
Yap Yap Yap she never keeps
A closing time

Smells like the inside of her handbag
Melts her way through your ears
Keeps her colour
With a health light suntan
She’s never been away for 20 years

Her Masters Voice with his rolls of fat
Sitting with his ear full
Of Yap Yap Yap Yap Yap

Sings like a turkey up at the piano
The white cliffs fading away
The fox takes a trot into a tango
She always has a nice day

She keeps her secret
Right under her hat
Until the wind blows it
Yap Yap Yap Yap Yap

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