My face has been washed clean
And my hairs the best its been
I must smile and must not fidget
That photographers such a twit
So when he asks me where’s the birdie
I will frown and look quite surly
My face has been washed clean
And my hairs the best its been
I must smile and must not fidget
That photographers such a twit
So when he asks me where’s the birdie
I will frown and look quite surly