She's got 36, 24, 36 hips She's got 36, 24, 36 hipsThat was the size of her titsWell this is sort of a request showJust imagine you're listening to Jimmy Young on Radio 1 with his recipesOK, so like, first I'm going to tell you who's up hereThe truth will be told for once and for allAnd then we want you to tell us what to play and we'll try and play it, alright?But I'll tell you now, we don't know my old man Sir DussmanSo don't shout for thatOK, on the backdrop, we've got Jet BlackHe's very good on a quick roll of the skinsNo drug references of course meant in thatOK Jet, take it awayYeah, what do you think of that then? Pretty symbolic, eh?On the far right, we've got the demon of the keyboardsOn a massive swelling organ, Dave GreenfieldThe only man who can write a right run-across clue on the keyboardsGreat, that was absolutely amazing, DaveYou've put Rick Wakeman in the shade thereOn the far left, we've got the demon of the semenAnd I don't mean that as a nautical termJohn Chapman now on the bloody bassThat was amazing, it's taken him all day to learn that bass soloAnd I'm going to try and give you a little bit of the psychedelic lead guitarJust like John McLaughlin and Paul McCartney and all those creeps doOK, you ready? One, two, one, two, three, four, five, sixShe's got thirty-six, twenty-four, thirty-six yearsThat was a slice of the chitNow you know why no-one came to see us two years agoThank you