My good man Have a care Your misuse of apostrophes is preposterous to me It offends my very soul From my brogues to my bowler Its a whole lot of guff And it makes me want to take you roughly By the lapels of your blazer And haze ya You're a rudesby...it eludes me how you can be so unruly And truly believe that you can enter club Baretta So you'd better bust a move Or you'll be trussed up to within an inch of your life And I'll say to the doorman Chorus: I'm going back inside To give him a piece of my mind I'm going back inside To give him a piece of my mind I'm going back inside To give him a piece of my mind I'm going back inside To give him a piece of my mind Wilson's going to let me back in you know You're for it now! He'll cry as I return Brandishing my brolly It's your folly you know You should never have tried To get inside in those clothes They're an abomination Such an establishment Could only condone your banishment I need to chasten you I hasten you add that your brother Alvie Scuffy's not welcome Or his mates The little blatherscates... Chorus