sunday

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Verse 1 Sunday morning, nice and calm, the kettle's nearly boiled, Sandy got a bit randy and quickly ripped off her panties before she soiled. Wet foor sign required, Dr Tye in the building. The Doctor decided a check was required, a check of the under carriage. Sandy's laughing, saying, "Nearly good as new..." Then the bedroom door opens... "Morning all..." Guess who? Pre-Chorus Silence... Then through the door came Nicky, with a smile upon her face... She stopped dead still, the room went quiet, time froze in that place. Three wide eyes, ONE WINKING, legs akimbo and one red face, no soul knew what to say... The kettle boiled, the sheets were soiled. Sandy declared "I never do this" It's my hysterectomy inspection. Chorus Nicky said, "Now hang on just a minute..." Nobody knew quite how to spin it! Dr Tye shouted, "It's medical!" Somehow that just sounded more suspicious still! The kettle whistled, nobody spoke, Everyone praying someone'd crack a joke. One awkward brew... six thousand stares... Verse 2 Poor old Tye went bright red, "Clinical procedure!" was all he said. Sandy couldn't stop laughing, Nicky wasn't having it! Bridge (music drops out) Tea was poured... Biscuits passed... Nobody mentioned... what had just passed. Then Dr Tye said... "Well... this is awkward." Sunday morning, stretch those legs, Do your exercises, just as the doctor says! One little check turned into history, Now everybody knows there is no mystery!