When I was a nipper my Mum and Dad often took me to Battersea Fun Fair.
It was a very exciting evening out for a young boy. My Dad liked to go to
the boxing booths and had a go once or twice. Mum just liked the rides.
As I got a little bit older, I was drawn to the ‘Tip The Lady Out Of Bed’ attraction.
You had to throw a ball at a target. If you hit it, a bed containing a scantily dressed
lady tipped over and she fell into a pool of water. It always felt a bit
edgy at those kind of places, as if a punch up wasn’t far away.
KNOCK THE LADY OUT OF BED
Knock the lady out of bed
Swing by the boxing booth
A little ragamuffin goes through your threads
Then head home on a smokey tube.
Get your ball in a little round hole
The bed tips over and out she falls
Dressed in stockings and high heels
As time moves on they got peeled
You gotta Knock the lady out of bed
The punters here only see flesh
When it’s stuffed in a corset or under a vest
So a naked lady is a Saturday thrill
With a pint of stout and some jellied eels
She lives in sin with the dodgems man
They bump and grind in a red caravan
Tits and ass are her stock in trade
But he drinks the most of what she makes
Chorus
Then he knocks the lady round the bed
He knocks the lady round the bed
She can’t stop working cos he’s quite the gent
If she ain’t making money then her nose gets bent
But she’s put a little by for a rainy day
Weatherman says that theirs showers on the way
Chorus
She’s got a date with a gentleman
She’s never going back to the red caravan
He fell in love and he flipped his lid
When he got it in the hole and the bed got tipped
And now he puts the lady back to bed
He loves the lady in the bed
And now he leads the lady back to bed