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Punch and Judy did it truly and were married in a haste

In love, maybe, using the baby as a kind of romance paste

She's grown fatter, her hair cut shorter, looks much older than nineteen

He's a drinker not a thinker, baby spoiled his could have been



This must be make-believe

This must be make-believe

This must be make-believe

'Cos who do we know, dear, who acts like that?

oh oh oh oh!

Punch and Judy



Punch and Judy in a semi on a brand new council plot

Sunday lunchtime, beer-for-Punch time, while his dinner's far from hot

She grows tired, cab is hired, she goes round to see her friend

He comes back late, fool is irate, we will see his temperament



Punch and Judy in a quandary, she's walked out and he is mad

Now he's grown up, can't smash home up, retribution must be had

Punch and Judy had a baby who brought them to married bliss

Mr Punch has drunken hunch that he must punish kid for this



Punch and Judy