Poor old Prunella was built like a fella,
She went 'round to see Dr. Kerr,
He said, "Now then, make haste," but when she stripped to the waist,
He could hardly stop calling her 'sir.'
"Don't worry your head, I'm a surgeon," he said,
"I'll graft you two on just like that."
But he went and got plastered, the silly old fool,
And he grafted them onto her back.
Now poor old Prunella, she can't get a fella,
To walk or to talk or romance with.
'Cause no one wants to chat with a girl who looks like that,
But by golly, she's great fun to dance with!
Yes, it's the Benny Hill Show and here he is, the lad himself, Benny Hill! (cue Benny doing "Ernie (The Fastest Milkman in the West)")