Victora Wood Classic 1987

[TiaLusa]

Freda and Barry sat one night.

The sky was clear. The stars were bright.

The wind was soft. The moon was up.

Freda drained her cocoa cup

She licked her lips. She felt sublime.

She switched off Gardeners' Question Time.

Barry cringed in fear and dread

As Freda grabbed his tie, and said:

Let's do it!

Let's do it,

Do it while the mood is right!

I'm feeling

Appealing.

I've really got an appetite.

I'm on fire

With desire.

I could handle half the tenors in a male voice choir.

Let's do it!

Let's do it tonight!

But he said:

I can't do it.

I can't do it.

I don't believe in too much sex.

This fashion

For passion

Turns us into nervous wrecks.

No derision!

My decision--

I'd rather watch The Spinners on the television.

I can't do it.

I can't do it tonight.

So she said:

Let's do it!

Let's do it,

Do it till our hearts go boom!

Go native,

Creative

Living in the living room.

This folly

Is jolly.

Bend me over backwards on me Hostess trolley.

Let's do it!

Let's do it tonight!

But he said:

I can't do it.

I can't do it.

Me 'eavy breathing days have gone.

I'm older,

Feel colder.

It's other things that turn me on.

I'm imploring:

I'm boring.

Let me read this catalogue on vinyl flooring.

I can't do it.

I can't do it tonight.

So she said:

Let's do it!

Let's do it,

Have a crazy night of love!

I'll strip bare.

I'll just wear

Stilettos and an oven glove.

Don't starve a

Girl of a palaver.

Dangle from the wardrobe in your Balaclava.

Let's do it!

Let's do it tonight!

But he said:

I can't do it.

I can't do it.

I know I'd only get it wrong.

Don't angle

For me to dangle.

Me arms 'ave never been that strong.

Stop pouting.

Stop shouting.

You know I pulled a muscle when I did that grouting.

I can't do it.

I can't do it tonight.

Let's do it!

Let's do it,

Share a night of wild romance,

Frenetic,

Poetic!

This could be your last big chance

To quote Milton,

To eat Stilton,

To roll in gay abandon on the tufted Wilton.

Let's do it!

Let's do it tonight!

I can't do it.

I can't do it.

I've got other little jobs on hand.

Don't grouse

Around the house.

I've got a busy evening planned.

Stop nagging.

I'm flagging.

You know as well as I do that the pipes want lagging.

I can't do it.

I can't do it tonight.

Let's do it!

Let's do it

While I'm really in the mood!

Three cheers!

It's years

Since I caught you even semi-nude.

Be drastic

Gymnastic.

Wear your baggy Y-fronts with the loose elastic.

Let's do it!

Let's do it tonight!

I can't do it.

I can't do it.

I must refuse to get undressed.

I feel silly.

It's too chilly

To go without me thermal vest.

Don't choose me.

Don't use me.

Me mother sent a note to say you must excuse me.

I can't do it.

I can't do it tonight.

Let's do it!

Let's do it!

I feel I absolutely must.

I won't exempt you,

Want to tempt you,

Want to drive you mad with lust.

No cautions,

Just contortions!

Smear an avocado on me lower portions.

Let's do it!

Let's do it tonight!

I can't do it.

I can't do it.

It's really not my cup of tea.

I'm harassed,

Embarrassed.

I wish you hadn't picked on me.

No dramas!

Give me me pyjamas.

The only girl I'm mad about is Judith Chalmers.

I can't do it.

I can't do it tonight.

Let's do it!

Let's do it!

I really want to run amok.

Let's wiggle.

Let's jiggle.

Let's really make the rafters rock.

Be mighty.

Be flighty.

Come and melt the buttons on me flameproof nightie.

Let's do it!

Let's do it tonight!

Let's do it!

Let's do it!

I really want to rant and rave.

Let's go,

'Cause I know

Just how I want you to behave:

Not bleakly,

Not meekly.

Beat me on the bottom with a Woman's Weekly.

Let's do it!

Let's do it tonight!.

© Victoria Wood, 1987