You're More Than Fair - Ian Dury

You’re more than fair, you’ve got a gorgeous bum

Why don’t you come to my house and meet my mum?

I like your titties, they’re nice and small

Let me have a squeeze in my front hall

Satin drawers, I want to run a hand in

I want to snap them off you as we reach the landing

A tender moment, don’t let nothing spoil it

I shall caress your clitoris as we reach the toilet

You’re more than fair, you’re warm and soft

Remove the trousers as we reach the loft

To taste the pudding, you’ve got to try the proof

You can try the pudding on the roof

The roof’s the only place I know