One, two, three, four
   Slap
   Fleet Street fell in love
   But the girl proved hard to get
   Took a seat at the old boy's club
   But wouldn't share the bed
   Cuppas for the troops
   Bubbly-gum and wire
   Trojan horses, Black & Tans
   They're running for their lives
   Royals came to call
   Mister Paisley save her soul
   Heavens here's the naughty girl
   Wouldn't say her prayers
   Bloody Monday morning
   The rat who did the talking
   Here's Ginger to the rescue
   Take that! And that!
   Take that! And that!