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!