I’m wallowing in sunshine and soaking up the sun,
Sitting on this bench eating a currant bun,
Me swimmy cosie’s soaked the paper,
I’ve spread it out oh what a caper.
I feel a right real plonker,
Sitting in front of the store,
Airing me bits and pieces,
Hope they don’t fall on the floor.

There’s a man sat on the same seat,                                                                                                    Bit queer in the head so to speak,
I can do without that, I’d soon knock him flat,
If he started to talk to me.

Folk passing me by look at me all funny,
And think what a strange place to dry your washing,
But why should I care cause folk want to talk,
I’m only like them out for a walk.