Oh Villan of the wold lands
With delightful
Brummie burrr
Faldingworth will be sublime
as always,
when you 're there
The music will be magical
The singing all in tune
Your sausages will never burn
your urn will never spill
The carpark will be overflowed
with audience transportation
But Im afraid that I will be at work
Sending petrol to the nation.
So spare a thought my midland mate
as you listen in enthrallment
to the artistes who will grace the stage
your delight is their employment
and I from far off Immingham
will pause a while from drudgery
to turn my thoughts to Faldingworth
and sigh.
Oh Bloody buggery!