"Dirty Postcards" lyrics

I thought it was a joke when you called me up
And said you needed ironing
There were creases in your facial lining

Won't you have a little rest when they turn out the lights
A nice cup of tea and you'll be feeling alright

Don't fret, you'll recover yet you'll see
So keep on sending dirty postcards back to me
Back to me, back to me

I thought it was a lark when you phoned my dad
And told him that you'd have to catch the measles
You're flesh was being ripped to shreds by weasels

Won't you have a little rest when they turn out the lights
A nice cup of tea and you'll be feeling alright
Don't fret, you'll recover yet you'll see
So keep on sending dirty postcards back to me

Back to me, back to me
T'was on the Norfolk Broads
We were punting one day
You received a nasty bump on the head

And you've never been the same since needless to say
How I wish it could have been me instead
I wish it could have been me instead
I thought it was a prank when you wired the Pope

To say you'd a vision of an aardvaark
Who was perpetrating ghastly deeds with St Mark
Won't you have a little rest when they turn out the lights
A nice cup of tea and you'll be feeling alright

Don't fret, you'll recover yet you'll see
So keep on sending dirty postcards back to me
Back to me, back to me