At this the choir (two syllables for choir) went into a panic (to a panic)

We're cannot take our clothes off, we're too old (we're too old)

Bristling bisceps, gleaming torsos have all vanished

More to the point thee'd catch thi death of cold  ( strains of ''Ilkla Moor'' )

     Said Brian Smith, 'Well there's no need to worry (need to worry)

    The ''Chippendale Singers'' we shall be ( we shall be )

    And if anyone expects a bunch of strippers ( stripper music )

    They'll have to take a bus trip into Leeds' ( into Leeds )                                          Click here for Pauline Page 1