I wibble when I piddle
'cause my middle is a riddle
I dribble when I nibble
And I quibble when I scribble
I'm knobbled on the cobbles
'cause I hobble when I wobble
Ian could have written the song for me.
There was a fellow called Notes Norton
Who wrote poems he oughtn't
He should stick to the sax
Those are the facts
With his lyrics, my life he will shorten