When asleep on the floor,
There’s a knock on the door,
He goes with his mistress so quick,
On opening it up he saw a big lump,

He ran because he felt quite sick,
It was old Auntie Florrie,
Dressed up like a dolly,
To find a man ever so quick.

He hid ‘neath the table before she was able,
To stroke or even touch him made out I was sleeping,
But with one eye a peeping,
She started on poor pussy Jim,
How could I escape this woman I hate,
When the door’s shut and nowhere to go,
Snaked round the couch flopped on the ground,
A bit further from dear old Auntie Florrie