We're young and fresh and simple
We're old and grey and charming
We're as pretty as a pimple
And our melodies are disarming
We sing in several voices
We tootle on brand new trumpets
We're the semi-people's choices
The unthinking person's crumpets
We're jumped-up, jokey, jazzy
We're the babes from Barnes and Bletchley
Our suits are clean and snazzy
We're the whizz-kids fresh from Sketchley
We're Monkees but less dreadful
And we always play the same set
We've got policies by the shedful
But they haven't got a name yet
