Dave Taylor - Monty Lyrics

Monty, when Mr Brown comes home on the 6.20
He rattles his 'Times' ands always finds
A sabre toothed crocodile
I really love your virtuoso sausage concerto style
Monty, Monty, there's no need to wag your pedigree
Cos if your bite is as big as your bark
You'd soon make fish fingers from a tiger shark
Monty, I'll see you in my dreams

Monty, a ring around the moon and you get uptight
A winter's morn a frosty lawn you do look a sorry hound
All your assets will get frozen just an inch above the ground
Monty, Monty, well I don't give a damn about those lamp-post blues

Cos if the toe of my boot could just find the right place
You'd be the first chipolata in outer space, oh, Monty
I'll see you in my dreams, yes I will because you said so, Monty
I'll see you in my dreams