A Subtle Turn..Love song

Miss Joan Olive Plum , Miss Joan Olive Plum
suited and booted by SkegVegas Sun
what strenuous bingo we played after tea
me with my dabber, you on my knee
 oh Sixty Nine the Brighton line, 
weakness of Joy
with speed of a bandit Ann Summers toy
carefull timing you vibratingly won
I'm glad I came with you Miss Joan Olive Plum
Miss Joan Olive Plum, Miss Joan Olive Plum
how mad I am glad I am that you won
the warm handed rabbit is back in its press
its six headed victor now suffering from stress
the scent of fried onion..sound of glass break
view from my tent when I don't pzzz take
dressed in my  vest and scrub up to  neat
for we dance to disco with all four left feet
on the floor of her tent lies razor and cream
she just shaved her legs it feels like a dream
the master sun settles afar in the west
Oh Joan Olive Plum your tits are the best
the Lada is waiting, nicked off your dad
pictures of Benedorm stuck on the hood
My love I await here in blastered No  Parking
open the windows please stop that farting..
we 4X4 across woodland  irrational
drove to the chippy in time for a special
nine o clock Skeg its heavy with stupor
mushroomy pie pea-ie super dooper looper
Miss Joan Olive Plum Miss Joan Olive Plum
I can hear from the car park all is undone
by Skeggy Streetlight and under the pier
I've got your number..You're after my beer !
around us are Jags, Mercs and Reliant
above us the roof but she's not compliant
here on the right is the girl that I picked
with the tilt of her knickers
I smelt something not chique...
with the scent of her chips, a single word unsaid
I booked a ticket to Brighton and left her for dead.