Blind date hell, to the tune of 'The Green, Green Grass of Home' by Sir Tom.
There she sat, at the bar,
Dressed like a fairy.
Twenty-five stone,
Extremely hairy.
I turned,
And ran,
For the Green, green grass of home....
There she sat, at the bar,
Dressed like a fairy.
Twenty-five stone,
Extremely hairy.
I turned,
And ran,
For the Green, green grass of home....