Where is Isabella with the lissom hips?
Where is Isabella with the silky thighs?
My Isabella with the hello lips,
Isabella with the goodbye eyes?

When I went round to sing my little songs to Isabella
My love, the Jezebel, was sat there listening to Bach
A right silly pillock I looked with my old guitar, so help me
A right soft pillock I looked with my old guitar

When I went round with fish and chips to eat with Isabella
My love, the Jezebel, was sat there stuffing caviar
A right silly pillock I looked with my cod and chips, so help me
A right soft pillock I looked with one of each twice

A bicycle I bought as a Christmas box for Isabella
But my love, the Jezebel, had got herself a motor car
A right silly pillock I looked with a lady's bike, so help me
A right soft pillock I looked with a lady's bike

When I went round hot-foot to keep a date with Isabella
I found her with her arms around the swine who brings the coal
A right silly pillock I looked with a little rosy posy
A right soft pillock I looked in a pin-stripe suit.

When I went round to batter out the brains of Isabella
My love, the Jezebel, had caught a cold and passed away
And a right silly pillock I looked with a little cosh, so help me
A right soft pillock I looked with a little cosh