My Marge - The Move

My Marge is such a delight

She thrills me at night

The second I turn out the light

My Marge is peaches to me When no-one can see

She snuggle up is heavenly

My Marge squeeze me squeeze me Take me home for tea

Let’s not stay out too late

Cause your mother will be cross

And I’ll be down across her knee

Y’know

My Marge speaks double dutch

She’s so ripe to touch

That’s why I love her very much

O three three o And take me home for tea

Let’s not stay out too late

Or your mother will be cross

And I’ll be down across her knee

Y’know

My Marge is such a delight

She thrills me at night

The second I turn out the light

O three three o ooh ooh!

Y’know my Marge

I know

She’s a nice girl y’know

I know

She picks her nose

Ugh!

Throws the brown lumps over the right side

The green lumps over the left side

And everybody else says goodnight!