And after the ladies I ran,
Said Jenny to Amily, Oh, he’s a jammily,
“Morally, family man.”
Chorus—
But I’m now a good goody young man,
A head rather “Woody” young man:
Body quite rickety, pose plas-tickety,
Never go wrong young man.
I once was a three-and-six dinner young man,
And at table knew which was the best end;