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!