Cinderfella's Birthday
It was Cinderfella's birthday
But he didn't feel so great
He had no swanky clothes
So he couldn't celebrate
His friend - a fairy godfather
Rang up and said 'guess what?
There's a seventies do later
Come and wear your usual rot'
So Cinderfella in his flares
Met up with all his pals
And drank a pint of beer or twelve
Whilst they eyed up the gals
One was like a cool princess
She got him in a lather
And by the stroke of midnight
They were up to 'how's your father'.
But in the morning Cinders woke
To find his seventies gear
Was perfumed with the lovely smell
Of chucked up chips and beer
And his princess of the ball last night
Was gone - oh how he missed her
And left instead, snoring in bed
Her big fat ugly sister
