I thought it was a joke when you called me up
And said you needed ironing
There were creases in your facial lining
Won't you have a little rest when they turn out the lights
A nice cup of tea and you'll be feeling alright
Don't fret, you'll recover yet you'll see
So keep on sending dirty postcards back to me
Back to me, back to me
I thought it was a lark when you phoned my dad
And told him that you'd have to catch the measles
You're flesh was being ripped to shreds by weasels
Won't you have a little rest when they turn out the lights
A nice cup of tea and you'll be feeling alright
Don't fret, you'll recover yet you'll see
So keep on sending dirty postcards back to me
Back to me, back to me
T'was on the Norfolk Broads, we were punting one day
You received a nasty bump on the he--ead
And you've never been the same since needless to say
How I wish it could have been me instead
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I thought it was a prank when you wired the Pope
To say you'd a vision of an aardvark
Who was perpetrating ghastly deeds with Saint Ma--aa----ark
Won't you have a little rest when they turn out the lights
A nice cup of tea and you'll be feeling alright
Don't fret, you'll recover yet you'll see
So keep on sending dirty postcards back to me
So keep on sending dirty postcards back to me
So keep on sending dirty postcards back to me
Back to me, back to me