He prowls the corridors of both floors With a quizzical eyebrow deftly damns me While lustrous hussies through their doors Invite him gladly, this charming Manley Besse quakes beneath his hands As she candidly whispers, "Manhandle me, Manley!" What I but a spectre, a festering ghoul Who watches him mould them with artist's thumbs To this sensuous god I'm a lumbering fool Mary now shudders to his mighty drums "I'm gyrating wildly Oscillating madly Mandhandle me Manley, my man!" His mantle of fringe sets their hearts ablaze His slightly browned lips make their eyelashes skirl His rhapsodic murmers ensnare every gaze They say that his touch is too much for a girl! Sian is merry as whisky or brandy As softly she sings, "Manhandle me, Manley." The cries of delight linger long in the halls "Oh brand me, you randy devil!" Helen is shaking the Waveney walls As they roll and they writhe and they revel Of the clamouring clan Only steadfast Lianne cries, "Unhand me, you bandy charlatan!"
