Vicky Verky Squeeze

With her hair up in his fingers
The fish and chips smell lingers
Under amber streetlamps
She holds the law in her hands

The moistness of the damp night
Falls silent through the lamplight
Although she's only fourteen
She really knows her courting

And up the railway sidings
There's him and her, they're lying
Hand in hand they whisper
You're my missus, I'm your mister

The moon was white and virgin
And she was on the turning
Remember your first nibble
When best friends were so little

They really trooped the colours
When walking with each other
And all her mates would giggle
As ladylike she'd wiggle

All along the high street
They'd splash out on an ice cream
He'd sometimes really treat her
But he'd done his mother's meter