Holy crap what did he want?
She was young,
she was pure,
She was new, she was nice,
She was fair, she was sweet seventeen.
He was old, he was vile,
And no stranger to vice,
He was base, he was bad, he was mean.
He had slyly inviegled her up to his flat,
To view his collection of stamps;
And he said as he hastened to put out the cat,
The wine, his cigar, and the lamps:
"Have some madeira, m'dear,
You really have nothing to fear;
I'm not trying to tempt you, that wouldn't be right,
You shouldn't drink spirits at this time of night.
Have some madeira, m'dear,
It's so very much nicer than beer.
I don't care for sherry, one cannot drink stout,
And port is a wine I can well do without.
It's simply a case of chacun á¡ son gout.
Have some madeira, m'dear!"