| Good evening, I’m from Essex
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| In case you couldn’t tell
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| My given name is Dickie
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| I come from Billericay
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| And I’m doing very well
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| Had a love affair with Nina
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| In the back of my cortina
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| A seasoned-up hyena
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| Could not have been more obscener
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| She took me to the cleaners
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| And other misdemeanours
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| But I got right up between her
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| Rum and her Ribena
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| Well, you ask Joyce and Vicky
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| If candy-floss is sticky
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| I’m not a blinking thicky
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| I’m Billericay Dickie
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| And I’m doing very well
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| I bought a lot of Brandy
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| When I was courting Sandy
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| Took eight to make her randy
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| And all I had was shandy
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| Another thing with Sandy
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| What often came in handy
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| Was passing her a mandy
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| She didn’t half go bandy
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| So, you ask Joyce and Vicky
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| If I ever took the mickey
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| I’m not a flipping thicky
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| I’m Billericay Dickie
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| And I’m doing very well
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| I’d rendez-vous with Janet
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| Quite near the Isle of Thanet
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| She looked more like a gannet
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| She wasn’t half a prannet
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| Her mother tried to ban it
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| Her father helped me plan it
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| And when I captured Janet
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| She bruised her pomegranate
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| Oh, you ask Joyce and Vicky
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| If I ever shaped up tricky
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| I’m not a blooming thicky
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| I’m Billericay Dickie
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| And I’m doing very well
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| You should never hold a candle
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| If you don’t know where it’s been
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| The jackpot is in the handle
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| On a normal fruit machine
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| So, you ask Joyce and Vicky
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| Who’s their favourite brickie
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| I’m not a common thicky
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| I’m Billericay Dickie
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| And I’m doing very well
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| I know a lovely old toe-rag
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| Obliging and noblesse
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| Kindly, charming shag from Shoeburyness
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| My given name is Dickie
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| I come from Billericay
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| I thought you’d never guess
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| So, you ask Joyce and Vicky
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| A pair of squeaky chickies
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| I’m not a flaming thicky
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| I’m Billericay Dicky
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| And I’m doing very well
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| Oh golly, oh gosh
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| Come and lie on the couch
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| With a nice bit of posh
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| From Burnham-on-Crouch
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| My given name is Dickie
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| I come from Billericay
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| And I ain’t a slouch
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| So, you ask Joyce and Vicky
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| About Billericay Dickie
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| I ain’t an effing thicky
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| You ask Joyce and Vicky
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| I’m doing very well |