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[Verse 1]
I tell the tale of a jealous male and a maid of Sweet six-teen,
She was blonde and dumb and she lived with her mum
On the fringe of Beth-nal Green.
She worked all week for a rich old Greek
For her dad was on the dole,
And her one delight was a Friday night
When she had a little rock and roll.
[Chorus]
To my rit-fal-lal, to my titty-fal-lal,
To my itty-bitty-fal-dal-day.
To my rit-fal-lal, to my titty-fal-lal,
To my itty-bitty-fal-dal-day.
[Verse 2]
Then one fine day in the month of May
she found her Big ro-mance.
He was dark and sleek with a scar on his cheek
and a pair of drain-pipe pants.
And she thought, "With you, I could be so true through all the years to come."
For she loved the gay ab-andoned way
He chewed his chew-ing gum.
[Chorus]
To my rit-fal-lal, to my titty-fal-lal,
To my itty-bitty-fal-dal-day.
To my rit-fal-lal, to my titty-fal-lal,
To my itty-bitty-fal-dal-day.
[Verse 3]
It started well be-cause he fell for all her girlish charms
But he had some doubt when he caught her out
In someone els-e's arms.
He said, "Look here, you know, my dear, this is going a bit too far."
Then he went quite white and he sloshed her right
In the middle of her cha-cha-cha.
[Verse 4]
He went before a man of the law who said, "This will not do!
I've had enough of the sort of stuff I get from
The likes of you!"
And was she peeved when he received a longish term in clink?
In a fit of pique, she married the Greek
and now she's dressed in mink!
[Chorus]
To my rit-fal-lal, to my titty-fal-lal,
To my itty-bitty-fal-dal-day.
To my rit-fal-lal, to my titty-fal-lal,
To my itty-bitty-fal-dal-day.