Текст песни: Erbie Fitch's Twitch (From Redhead) + перевод

'Erbie Fitch is me name,

And I’m in rather a pickle

I must say through me shame,

I’m fickle!

Ipswitch, England’s me home,

I married somethin' called Emma

One night I chanced to roam,

And roamed into a dilemma!

I’ve a bit of a twitch for a witch I met in Ipswitch

But the hitch is the Ipswitch witch which once I wed.

If I should unhitch the witch which I wed,

And switch to the witch what give me the twitch,

The witch which I ditch will pitch a rock at me head!

What a petunia!

Though I can’t lose the itch, the itch for that witch in Ipswitch

The witch which I wed is richer than the witch to which I’m led

Now look, 'Erbie Fitch, you don’t own a stitch

Don’t switch to the witch what gave you that twitch

Which witch is not rich as the witch you wed instead.

Crawl into your niche

And take Mrs. Fitch

To bed!

Then my Daddy went into his famous walk,

A sort of trademark, you might say.

Then my daddy used to pretend like someone in

the audience came in late. And he’d talk to them:

«WELL, bite my ear and call me a policeman, I saw you, madam!

Come in late, didn’t ya? Well,

I’m gonna do me whole little ditty over again, just for you.

I gotta speed it up a bit, though.

They’re rather fussy about the time here. I say, love,

I likes your face. She washes it! …

she washes it… my daddy used to say lots of funny things like that.

Though I can’t lose the itch, the itch for that witch in Ipswitch

The witch which I wed is richer than the witch to which I’m led

Now look, 'Erbie Fitch, you don’t own a stitch

Don’t switch to the witch what gave you that twitch

Which witch is not rich as the witch you wed instead.

Crawl into your niche

And take Mrs. Fitch

To bed!

Перевод песни Erbie Fitch's Twitch (From Redhead)