Dark and gray, an English film, the Wednesday Play   We always watch the Queen on Christmas Day   Won't you stay?      Though your eyes see shipwrecked sailors, you're still dry   The outlook's fine though Wales might have some rain   Saved again      Let's skip the news boy, I'll make some tea   The Arabs and the Jews boy, too much for me   They get me confused boy, puts me off to sleep   And the thing I hate, oh Lord   Is staying up late, to watch some debate, on some nation's fate      Hypnotized by Batman, Tarzan, still surprised   You've won the West in time to be our guest   Name your prize      Drop of wine, a glass of beer, dear, what's the time?   The grime on the Tyne is mine, all mine, all mine   Five past nine      Blood on the rooftops, Venice in the Spring   Streets of San Francisco, a word from Peking   The trouble was started, by a young Errol Flynn   Better in my day, oh Lord   For when we got bored, we'd have a world war, happy but poor      So let's skip the news boy, I'll go make that tea   Blood on the rooftops, too much for me   When old Mother Goose stops, they're out for 23   Then the rain at Lords stopped play   Seems Helen of Troy has found a new face again