We love you Vicky
You make us sticky
my real name is Ricky
I wish you were called Nicky
Not that I’m picky
But I don’t like that Hicky.
You can keep your name as Barrow
We can run away to Harrow
You can grow a marrow
we’ll defend you from that sparrow
We’ll shoot it with cupid’s arrow
from an alley way that is narrow.
Your middle name is Charlotte
you are such a harlot
your favourite colour isn’t scarlett
bercause you love your anal beads.