Ladies (Меч Мартина)

When I meets a beast wot ain’t polite to laydeez,
I grabs ’im round the throat ’til he turns blue,
I holds him tight in check as I squeezes on his neck,
then I boots his tail three times around the deck!

’Cos be they sisters mothers aunts or daughters,
all laydeez must be treated tenderly,
they’re dainty an’ they’re neat, an’ they don’t have much to eat,
an’ they rouses gentle feelins within me.

When I’m around an’ you insults a laydee,
I’ll jump on yore stummick very forcibly,
then I’ll punch you in the snout an’ I’ll prob’ly knock you out,
an’ black both of yore eyes so you can’t see!

’Cos be they sisters mothers aunts or daughters,
all laydeez must be treated tenderly,
they’re dainty an’ they’re neat, an’ they don’t have much to eat,
an’ they rouses gentle feelins within me.

So mind yore manners an’ be very careful,
when in the company of laydeez sweet,
or I’ll shove you in a sack, after fracturin’ yore back,
an’ I’ll stamp upon yore paws if you gets free!