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Uncle Chugwin

Look over there, It’s my uncle Chugwin,
He’s naked from his head down to his toe,
Looks like he’s running from that enraged policeman,
His truncheon and his helmet seem to glow.

Oh, Uncle Chugwin,
Run so free,
Let the bracken and the thistles chaffe your legs,
Uncle Chugwin,
Run so free,
Let them dangle like a pair of ostrich eggs

Look by the bushes, It’s Uncle Chugwin,
He’s showing something to that old lady,
Looks like she’s grabbed it in her hand,
And poor old Chugwin’s screaming for mercy

Oh, Uncle Chugwin,
Run so free,
Let the bracken and the thistles chaffe your legs,
Uncle Chugwin,
Run so free,
Let them dangle like a pair of ostrich eggs