Businessmen with awkward hips And dirty jokes upon their lips, And large behinds and jingling chains, And riddled teeth and riddling brains, And plump white fingers made to curl Round some anaemic city girl, And so lend colour to heir lives And old suspicions of their wives.
Young men who wear on office stools The ties of minor public schools, Each learning how to be a sinner And tell a "good one" after dinner, And so discover it is rather Fun to go one more than father. But father, son and and clerk join up To talk about the Football Cup.